some stuff

make seam bloom love

(14 dec 2015)

make sea bloom and love

spread. the air is quite

something in these environs.

every day i talk to somebody

new.

make seam. bloom. love, 

make steam! 

sell pipes, sell wares, 

arouse passion. make seam bloom

love, steam, 

that time I did work in Greenpoint 

after meeting that photographer. 

Lost in the neighborhood. Saw a 

girl. Caught some eyes. Didn't 

pursue. Was lost. 

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tiny smog

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(15 dec 2015)

a mother on the ranch

nursing her wounded

pride

raises a gun in the air

thinks better of it

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some-times, so

long ago, were

forgotten, as if

this pain weren't

burdensome -- and

so i have to leave

this place for an-

other, laying here...

i'm cold, you know!

cold and open, warm

at heart, dying, believing,

living, opening, washing,

alive, i want more, need

more love, more openness,

to be done. in a certain

way, under a certain

tree, acceptable and

accepted, with love,

for once, for all.

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(16 dec 2015)

Idea: A whole series of posters using art and wordplay

like

We put the BUTTE in BUTTErfly 

and a picture of a butterwing on an escarpment, or something 

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gary in the green grass

lewd, manic, nude, 

was taking photos of the shrubbery

i told him not to 

it was the first day of my life

it was the last day of my life 

the cranberries and the bogs 

borrowed from another exhibit 

tended to exult in this situation

the meaning of what i'm trying 

to say, which is that i'm in love

with the way you wash your clothes

in the blind alley, in a town that 

reminds me of Chicago, Chicago,

with your tight shirt and your calico

jeans and your snapback 

did I mentioned that I'm attractive? 

have I been in this part of town before? 

not sure, didn't know, couldn't bear

to mention. no. but also, yes. 

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boilerplate gossip 

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I started the day 

a million miles away 

but now 

I'm here. In an oven 

off the westside highway. 

I ate macaroni for lunch. 

What else do you want to know? 

I started the day 

a million miles away 

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asking your parent's permission;

lunchmeat of the past. if so, 

i'll have another please.