2:30

you can draw us a bath
with the newest crayon colour
by unseen alchemy
we can leave our polka dots
behind in the bath
we will wave goodbye
as they swirl down nether drains
to populate empires
of sewer fish

i need caffeine in the morning
and adderall at night
and i am going to sleep
on a giant piece of paper
and i will glue two crayons
cerulean and granny smith apple
into my palms and after several hours
i will dream straight onto the paper

out of the context of water
the graph’s jerking peaks and spirals
will not interest
in the morning we will lay it in the bath
and climb into its dimensions
pigment will absorb by water and follicle
grey wax cling to skin and harden
the only residue of lukewarm dreams
bound for the sewers of colma

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we eat tikka masala at the farmer’s market then lose your car
the sound of fire is identical to the sound of rain

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i carried an umbrella scar across the month of january
you liked the bigness of fabric against wes anderson end credits

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a lesbian ghost haunts my bathroom when haloed by nude steam
in the shower i smell wine, think about death and units of measure

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between the tiles there is grout and wine and salty parables
necessary as gunshots to the air at a balkan wedding

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i can only return emails when i feel on a roll of extroversion
i have heard at least four different pronunciations of los angeles

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what percentage of everything is a beginning of something
what percentage of everything is measurable by instruments

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i carve cuneiform into stucco and contemplate fire
i stare at dust convinced i can see the particles between matter

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night is a network of typewriters, an atlas of bone
the act of listening grows slow sonic moss over me, so nutritious

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in athens it is easy to mistake a roma camp for a picnic
i want ropes of black hair to pour as though from a samovar

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the word will either dispel or create more enigmas
as makers of solid furniture do not consider the curve of the earth