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patience pending

darling if you’re going to tell storiesyou must first establish a firm timelineand a coherent series of eventsyou see i’ve read some very fine literaturewritten drunk and edited hungoveri have high standards for tall talesyou can bring me low and short mebut don’t try to sell me somethingunworthy of publication

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how about a quick one

i am a patient personi am a kind personi am not a person who expects muchi am a person who can be set asidei am not a person who will complaini am a person who will support you but i will be a personwhether you like it or notoh darling you handed me my shoesandContinue reading “how about a quick one”

dim bulbs, small village

the problem, alwaysis the diminishing returns& at some point you find yourselfin the wee hours drinking wine &cutting lines to sun kil moonwhile the beautiful ones sleepas if you couldn’t close your own eyesbut you’re hundreds of milesfrom anyone who’s ever really given a shityou could call & get another talkabout worry & your bloodContinue reading “dim bulbs, small village”

buried bullets

i’m hiding out no morethan ever before in my lifei have obscured myselfthrough exposurebegging to be discoveredwishing to be found you hear these storiesabout buried starstreasure hiddenin the smallest of townsyou hear these storiesabout dreams in good sleepand we all know it’s rarebut we all thinkwe’re the special onesat least i do so i lieinContinue reading “buried bullets”

it’s a great day for nothing

gloomy gloomy outside holy holywe’ve got angels touching downsobbing in their sleep& the whole mountain seemscoated in sweat and vomit and pissat least it’s a break from gravitythe leaf believes in the carrying windthe knot in your tonguewill kill you in the end

rhymes with noose

mess with those country boys& you’ll understand a whole genreof breakup songsmy man done stole my heart& my money& drank both of em awaywe ain’t right for nothinbut yodelayeehooshore is easy to fallin some kinda lovein a golden sunsetin a pine grovein those eyes

girl you need a home

the best place to hide secretsis in plain sightlike this plain sitei couldn’t pay you to readthe secret:i still love youdespite your disinterestglad you’ve found somethingthat can fill your heart maybe somedayi’ll be able to look at youwithout seeing a weapon

cassavetes says he isn’t taking my calls anymore

suppose there’s a point of pointlessnesswhere complaining just puts you inone of those obligating positionsand low-maintenance seems bestbut lo it is lonely waiting againbitches i’m back to havingnothing but some bit partof someone else’s lowlife hearts want what hearts wantwhat hearts want what heartswant what hearts want whatheart wants the consolation kisswhich creates no differencebetweenContinue reading “cassavetes says he isn’t taking my calls anymore”

and we are all dehydrated

i could so effectively eraseevery aspect of my presencenon-tactile and undrinkablewithout giving notice always a warm bed waitingarms to grasp &lungs to gasphair tangled from correspondence made flesh angel singingi am the only one nowi am the only one nowi am the only one now i am the only one now none of this makesContinue reading “and we are all dehydrated”