nightlife

veggie thali is $4.99

wood panels and hanging

lights like hoses I once

thought of

escaping

with

dying

for some fog or at least

wet stone

houses up the hillside

all contain

innards in jars aching quietly falling

crouching

on the steps of a warehouse

in the red light

artificial

far from blood

or tree bark

wrap me up in sheets I don’t care

if you washed them

recently

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rice milk

carried myself, both wheels

upstairs to foggy purple

and slept on palo santo

never! were my dreams quieter

softer

but growing colder

we were only there for the two dollar wells

I guess

Vanessa Carlton is playing next door?

you were unhappy

and I

was trying to be happy for both of us

it wasn’t working

things were

crashing

and Shen Yun is coming to town again

right on schedule

we were best right upon

waking before egos descended

I remember

psychedelics on lakesides

so so far away

 

teengirl fantasea

this

is the season for dripping fruit from open eyes.

stale sweat mixed with the fresh stuff

in a cyclone of ripe summer

makes me think of

slicing up your calves and eating them

for the iron.

we were

tripping with multicolored birds

inside!

cannot for my life remember what we did with our bikes.

boiler room streaming

cutting

watermelon trying

to keep the party going but

no one wants to do poppers right now.