please pique

i remember fruitful moments
as an adolescent;
a thickness in the air that surrounded my
curiosity

and they still crop up from time to time
in the form of a good film
or a good book
or a good ride of the bicycle
when, you know.
you know.

these things are the small and big things in life.

dustin hoffman

I  u
sed
t o

l i
ke

myster
ious g
u y s

b u
t  I

w a
n  t
a m
a n

i can
dan
ce
with

snakey snake snake
i really miss liking dems eyes
back when dey was so important to meh
liked listnnin to dat musik yer yewsta pleh
mmmmmman
omano
blast from da past

son

s'like
a big sugary weight has been lifted off my shoulders
and its there
for me to roll around in


yum

that man, o human (yaweh)

he said it in several breaths but
meant it

our heads are up here now
existential perch
we can cauliflower amongst one

another
time
you and i
will seed
our lives
with
moments
SO glorious, so banal that they are beautiful!
And we can trip over the RIGHT crack in the greyish sidewalk
so that there we are. in the arms of somebody's purest thoughts.

dumbfounded. again.

i just read a word
at the same time that somebody said a word (twice)
(etcetera etcetera)

synchronicity never ceases
(to amaze me)

i'm thinking about all the different rooms i've had

different shapes, the lights on the ceilings or lack thereof
a dresser maybe in the corner

carpet? or not? this place could really do with a rug

you know, even for a few days or a week
maybe a month or 18 years

who did i share them with?
a little black cat. i had to throw him off of me because he took too much liberty
of scratching on my SHOOUULLDDEERRSSSSSSSS
but you know i love him just the damn same.
it's such a damn shame,

that you can't be here tonight. on this wine high i'm on.
they call it "sax" for a reason. it's just so damn "saxy."
oh well, i digress.

i guess i can only laugh at the last couple days.
what  a  fucking   god-loving satire this is
this, this shag carpet of a lifestyle i live

fuck you, bonaparte
grow some legs and some balls
meet me when you
om
have more wine.

I just caught a glimpse of a dream I had--
so random--
a boy dancer walking down the street on point.
Dressed in normal clothes, brown slippers,
just practicing.
How queer.
Yes, indeed, how queer.