Monthly Archives: July 2015

Too Old

Ode to rotting

ode to naked, labile moon

my dumpster diving sunflower remedy

I take my clothes off and hope for an antidote

 

Ode to nothing, because everything is good again

Ode to laugh tracks which become sinister

ode to

repressed memories and

nostalgia

and

criminal night life

and

I had a lobotomy

it was very

overrated

the smell of springtime

specifically May

purifies me

where do we stop, your greedy eye sockets

are filled with quicksand and

oh.

 

Big Victorian houses

seduce me

wherever I go.