cold still
of the afternoon
holds in the room
laying its lethargy
all around
enchanting the furniture
turning it to stone.

if i were a pack of cigarettes i think i would be called plain country.

see "Eau D'Bedroom Dancing" by Le Tigre

Nothing really has anything to with anything else...

"I need you dance. I need you to strip. I need you to shake
your little ass and hips. I need you to grind like your working for tips."- P. Diddy

"Hot topic is the way that we rhyme." -Le Tigre

"We should be line DANCING" -Waiting for Guffman

sexual loathing ect....

ghost

Nico
soft
sad
plays
the ghost of a body
flits in my mind
mouth open
I imagine
the inarticulate
shuffle of fingers
on skin
a permiscuous dreamer
I sit

black cat. no tail.
(bad omen or double negative?)

immediately followed by
a biker funeral procession
(indecipherable, yet a decidedly bad omen)

what does it all mean?
i will just indulge in my ignorance

"j'taime the valley!" -xiu xiu

"They'll never catch me... because I'm fucking innocent." -Bottle Rocket

Ode to the Library

facade
[sadness felt]
rows
& rows of books
that never get looks
the combined knowledge
of humanity
collected & forgotten
for all that reality
offers
[bullshit]
are you lonely friend?
used
for purposes unworthy
they pass your steady arms
neglect your contents
only passing through
quickly
with irreverance
inbetween your walls
[fuckers]
you would think
it would matter
but it does not.