I can’t hate your flapping mouth, iron pelican; I care nothing ‘bout their slander, ‘bout stereotypes: I’ll scrub you fair. ¡But I did clean your bathroom! ¡How rude! (Laugh track’s stabbed your back, my man.) «You can’t scrub the rust from rust; dust shall always stick to dust.» Gray-brown seaweed clings my hands & drags […]
Accompanying music. Recuerdo una vez que yo era de niño y hurgaba en una lata de café que era llenado de dados colorados, gomas élasticas, dispersas piezas de rompecabezas, peniques, pedazos de LEGO, fichas de Monopoly Jr., y naipes de juegos de mesa obscuros. Esta fue el día que aprendí lo que es arte. When […]
Accompanying music. Forest Frenzyscentin my backyard.
Feeding thirsty leaves, the grapespaint the concrete oily yellow;& they keep unique pastel glowe’en when wrinkled by dry age.Get’n to business pecks the crow,front & back, that beaky drummer;no concern that e’en in summerfaded mountains still smell like snow. But that sun was far too distance; now there’s shade. The fact, though, is that still […]
Starry dreamspink & baby blue:morning moon.
Schließlich kommen Blätter und Erdnussbutterschokoladenriegelpapier zusammen endlich. Finally– leaves & peanut-butter-chocolate-bar-wrappers together @ last.
Accompanying music. I can taste the bloody iron in your sticky spinach clinging to the rocks, your simple sirens, though its your leaves that are singing. There is safety in remains, memories o’ wine-sweet bliss; ride on waves, on ships, on chains, green all that is colorless. Still you cling to my gray shoes; though […]
Accompanying music. Ignore the sun’s slander: as much as there is in the golden retriever, there is strawberry syrup in the heart o’ the salamander. Black is the color o’ cola & chocolate, & I can feel the moon’s flour crumble in my fingertips, can feel the soggy brown leaves hug my feet as they […]
Sun-burnt eyes:sparrows snatch turtlestoward tides.
Fruity-pebble morn:cubicle workerquotes vid in comments.
