12 June 2009

nocturne communique/nocturnal e-mission
the truth is not that i want to fuck you but that i want you to want me to fuck you


the pleasure is mine

is twofold

watching you gleek
and
breathing yr secondhand smoke.

textual relations/e-ruptions

pajamas and the grace of
snow on blood
church on white.

chest naked

cold

a mouthful of lies.


bare feet

on a wooden floor

blank shadow cross patterned wallpaper.


wrap me up

slip 'n' slide me into a drawer

THAT SOUND.


the house doesn't smell like smoke anymore but it does smell like cat piss.

blue background
black trees
the inability of ice — slippery
.

wish the sky were higher
the days longer
the woods warmer, polished.

if you cover yr face
if you sing aloud
then go up on the roof at night, or an attic.

don't talk like you know it

don't turn on the lights

don't cooperate.


let yr nose bleed
yr knees bleed

the books are in boxes.

a knock at the door

and you're made to perform
smiling gay-face in glasses.


you're gonna lose it, loser

the last frame is one between the legs
boyish boy-face facing the surrogate father.


and bagpipes.


deliberating is debilitating.

peace, love, and kurdt.

in dreams (may):
i'm on a ship trying to find life rafts and vests but everyone's faster and taking them already and i know i should have hidden one away to begin with. you've moved in my sleep and i wake up in front of a mirror. a barn is going past the window and we are docking. i don't try to find my family but they find me anyway.


you've just had yr blue velvet blazer tailored but you're too uptight to ask daddy for a ride so we're gonna walk along the side of the highway.

lots of driving around on 4wheelers and mopeds and things that go slow and are close to the ground and are yet to be invented. you are drawing yr own map on top of another map and it is making a mess of the order.

a green sequin leotard.

we are sailors and we are playing videogames and i blindfold you by wrapping a black leather belt cross yr face.


looking at:

bau bike
distant world circles tiny star
german corpse may be luxemburg
glue society
lol theorists
peaches - lose you
space headache a real phenomenon

listening to:

magnolia electric co - josephine
joni mitchell - that song about the midway
wilco - theologians

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