go to this

the woman of the drain

5:11 AM

5:11 AM mostly finished cleaning the gobs of flesh out of the back of my car, any I missed will probably cook when the light on the horizon turns into the day's heat. whoever he was, the anonymous man with the 10-inch wrist laceration to the bone, I hope he does alright. His friend who told the cops they were fucking pigs for asking too many questions when he was only trying to get to the hospital was a good friend. When he said that, the cops threw open their batons, cuffed him, bullied him.
"give him a break he's just trying to help his friend."
"No, step back. Why is your car parked in the middle of the road. Get it out of here. Why are you still here?"
"because my back seat is covered in blood and I'll need to take this gentleman to meet his friend at the hospital."
"well he's going to jail."
Cops threaten jail a lot even when they know they won't deliver. They had nothing to keep him on.

amen

thou shalt place thy tasty treats into thine microwave, and shalt nuke thereby the treats on high for two minutes and forty-five seconds.

comic bus.card

somewhat wip, probably change completely before I print them

terra bella street

(Look, they don’t belong here - a couple gringos in a Saturn. Pull up next to them. All with open beers in the car): Hey foo where you from? And his homies laugh. I answer nowhere. I tell my brother to turn. He does. That’s worked out all right for me so far but I saw a guy with a sheet thrown over him who got gunned down that way. That was a couple blocks away. The kid on this beautiful ground didn't have a sheet yet,


There is ugliness mixed in with the beauty, and beauty is somewhere in the ugliness.

I don’t know why. But the meaning of everything is in there somewhere if you can find it.

silence

silence
will overcome, finally—
it has followed at my heels
because I always keep a treat for it with me
in my front pocket on the other side of my wallet—
it’s waiting, maybe,
for that day when it will finally
overtake me.
then I’ll be ready.
I’ll be more ready than anyone else,
cause I got practice, see.

to byron

On the way up, I met a girl with a streak of pink in her hair and a Siren Studios Hollywood shirt – we were introduced by a man I later found out she didn’t really know, who she called a weirdo, I said “he seemed nice enough,” and then a pervert – and we only spoke briefly, while boarding a north-bound train, she to Modesto and me to Byron, CA., about the breeze and the bad shit she’d been into before in Modesto. “Real bad shit,” she said. I wanted to talk to her more, and look at her more closely, study the way her eyes were. But then she put on sunglasses and I sat far away from her; I can’t forget, I’m the outsider, I’ve got to perpetuate that. Because I have to. We rode for hours, and suddenly I realized we were twenty minutes past Modesto, and, well, she’d be gone.

la sidewalks

Children of the sidewalks
and the gutters
of LA,
old children -
a woman a year too old for this
blotto on the sidewalk, seductively:
"only fifteen minutes till they stop serving alcohol,"
she moans. "the liquor store closes in fifteen minutes."
She pouts and then laughs and puts her cheek on the sidewalk,
holds up a cigarette,
in glitters and high heels,
"you want to go?"
"it's up to Allen."
she stands up, stumbles, sits against a wall,
meanwhile
the music from inside is like a lake
that everyone swims in

soft silent sight - some slow slightly sightly sprite

not brand echh

The opportunity never presented itself.
(I mix up some energy drink and scotch.)
It kind of slipped by, I guess,
it went away.
(I swirl it around in a dirty stained coffee mug.)
I don’t think it was ever
meant to be.
(it’s gone.)

unifro

downcast

someone told me i ripped off sam flores...sorry sam, it was an accident

ballerina brute