the subterranean echo

biking within black holes

we travel through time playing

thighs like hand drums dreaming 

of unclothed skulls and gore waking

up wrapped in rainbow inked skin you 

blink and your eyelashes exhale tornadoes 

my pirouetting heart wallops and must surrender

is that some sort of rimjob joke I’m missing out on

haha it seems that way doesn’t it? could be read in several different ways ;)

bike spill yesterday. pedestrians suck. brakes went out today, in chinatown. this is dangerous business. my legs are cut the fuck up all time. i wake up with mysterious bruises on the daily. my thighs burn hotter than the el paso sun. it’s awesome.

lately: converge. burzum. snapcase.

ac/dc and ahi filets. arms and ampersand eyelashes. american spirits and the apple of my eye.

sunshine. desert. neon desert music fest. el paso here I come. dessert. chocolate. sirens in the bathtub. hitchiking with hippies. dinners. toasting. naked cigarettes. power tools. a star above my bed.

my heart strings are always screaming.

you know you really dig someone when you go out of yr way to put fruit in the salad

so my poetry professor assigned an exercise. 11 line poem where each line alternates 7 syllables and 11 syllables. the subject had to be some sort of text (book/film/song/performance etc.) here is what i came up with:

Pulp Fiction

The first time that I had sex

Uma Thurman was having an overdose—

Mimicking her red lips, I

said, “I’ll be down in two shakes of a lambs tail,”

as I slipped out of the room

into black lace I bought with saved lunch money.

I lit a single candle

because that’s what they do in the movies. My

mother thought I was too young

at the time for Pulp Fiction—Two young bodies

writhing, untouched—Too young for so many things.

just how my body has endured the past two weeks is unknown to me. too many indulgences. and it never ends. ephemere. midnight sun. waterloo. deschutes. allagash. whiskey before bed. spliff before sleep. biking in the morning. black metal all day. beer all day. eyelashes in the afternoon. cigarettes in the evening. giggling at night. repeat.

i’m under a spell. teach me yr tempo changes. best make it tough. you are a breakdown.

spur of the moment road trip? I say yes.

I told a lot of you that I would be playing with fox & woman this friday at the hemlock. we are actually playing THURSDAY and 8:30. we play first. it’s still at the hemlock. polk and post st. ya won’t regret it.