Saturday, December 1

the conrad goes east gathering

she drags
swallow and deep
like i've never seen
and he's retracting:
there is a snake,
there is an act, it's in that corner
over there--noise like bliss
is certainly conceived.
i can't part-take in this tribal fest
so i sketch them
gorgeous souls by word:
chills.

i drag
i drag once more, and toke
swallow and deep
there are layers like creation
here in this room.

i'm not envious of their talents,
i only desire to match theirs
in my passion.

wonderful drag.

snap snap snap snap


PART TWO


and my.
godsome folk.
there's the device
and the other device
and the boy acting silly

my smokes, doll, they're
my smokes too.

you're lovely! you and your selfish demands,
and i'm talking about the lot of us
we're all tired--
the high will bring you down to a restful low
and scene-be-sacred,
i swear i dream only when i'm awake.


behind the windsheild i sit in the passengers seat and navigate.

click here to speak to me.

cats to my fish