Month: September 2015

here is the place

here is the place   First job’s folding worn look jeans. “These jeans are made holy and authentic by machines and slaves,” I say. “Holy in the divine sense?” you say. “Not quite,” I say. Yet you still kneel before the jeans and confess last night’s dream, one where you quit this job and found […]

some fucking shoes

  some fucking shoes I may lust potential more than reality. But that doesn’t stop me from thinking of you. Your sports clothes, the blue O the blue you maybe wasted my time (I forgive you) want your eyes as it moves through IT moooves through That BLUE I want to sit Before an Epic […]