travel

stockholm, eighty-four

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lungs like tunnels

can I?

reach inside and braid them pretty

please

I’m finding it hard to be unglued this week she

feels the same way I think

 

all the rooms are ten-by-twelve

it’s ok

if you don’t know what the numbers mean just

ride across town and

tell me

it might rain

 

stockholm, eighty-four: you were screaming

wet walls

new sheets

but I hated the way they tore -–gaping holes—- in the morning now

you’re skipping stones in southern states and I’m

wearing a sweater two sizes too big

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hong kong

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wild drifting I
saw new shadows I
never knew the moon I
watched mountains from the roof

hot dark hot dark hot dark
waiting for the moment that never came
hanging clouds pink sky
no
yellow
no
green
it never made a difference

bad sushi next door
made me want to touch you
but
rough boredom
gave way to gin and
we took on new characters to pass the time