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Month: July, 2012

a spider problem.

I have a spider problem.

I remember the day I moved into this box. This studio in the ghetto.

My own place. Nudity acceptable at any time here. I could dance freely to any song.

No one to see me. No one but the spiders.

Long legged enemies. Spinning their webs. Catching their prey.

Hundreds live here.

How many have walked across me at night? I wonder…..

A certain paranoia has come over me.

I have a spider problem.

They see me. They multiply. They are invisible to me.

I surrender. Take back your box, spiders.

I am too afraid of your bite.

the storm.

SIT DOWN. You are blocking my lust. I mean my rain. you are blocking my rain. a storm rolled through that swept us away. I ran through the puddles happily. I accepted the acid rain with pleasure.

“not my boots!” she yelled.. “ruined.”

Fuck your boots. That was living. I have never felt. I have never felt so natural.

A tunnel of water hit us. It had no care for her boots.

For her mascara. Her hair.

But I longed for that tunnel of water. It hit so hard as if to drill a hole into the concrete.

Hit me again. Fuck her boots.


I did not shoot this photo but it is the actual storm I wrote about.

the pink ladies

Then the pink ladies. They were so vibrant.




One stood sideways. As if she was displaying her intoxication for all to see.

So pink.

They are used.

“Throw the pink ladies out. We need a new batch of women.”

I wish they had danced with me.

But headless women cannot dance.

Well……. Perhaps they can. After all this is the apple


the rat

I saw a rat the other night. The rat saw a human. The rat didn’t care. I was in his home. I was on his street.

“R A T….” I said.

“yes?” he replied. “I am hungry and tired. Keep moving. You’re disturbing my routine.”

“oh rat, we both know you have no routine. You just run. Come now, and join me for a scrap.”

Scraps are for the poor and yet This rat was rich with knowledge.

“no silly girl, come now and join me for some experience.”

So I went.

If you see the rat, don’t judge him. He knows more than you.

the man on the moon


If I were to lie in this hole all day would the world still spin?

I get so dizzy/sick/lost from the gravitational pull. As I spin past hundreds of people everyday with the same blank distant looks about them I am reminded that am not special. Maybe you have been noticed once or twice. But so has the man on the moon.

BUT it doesn’t make him real.

I wonder, does he get the same overwhelming urge to scream at the world? I wonder if he tries not to be neglected only to come in second behind the sun? That man up there… he GLOWS. He shines so brightly. forever changing, dancing, following us. But the sun… the sun is always out shining him.  The Man’s mouth is large, as if he wishes to swallow us whole. “I wont burn you, hurt you, or blind you. But I will keep you here forever…”

The moon is terrifying tonight.

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