Tuesday, September 15, 2015



been a long time since i cried to Bette Davis
Eyes. i train on the Kitchen Buddha i placed
in the office anyways, like furniture.

and you'll walk in tan glory,
with those sunfucked eyes but i wont take in
the stream of it, cool water on my eyelashes,
the first round of spring peepers versus
azaelea, and a leech finds his traction
in a puddle, you take a picture i wont
see developed later.

its all in the decor my dear, ill be on the
shelf next to all the letters, in the lost wallet
full of postage, featured in some unfathomable

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