jules et jim wake me up before this century ends release me from the silver chains around my burning neck and my cool quilt of concrete abandon me to the mann gegen mann world of future triptonics jules et jim rewrite the index of the world in feathers and beads rescind all invitations to anContinue reading “l’anti-bourgeois gentilhomme”
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panas
twiterranny is killing me i have no compunction to write beyond the roof of my mouth you were waiting for me to rip your daster off you were waiting for me to offer you a chinoiserie fan you were waiting for me to give in to your stare i cracked open another can of beerContinue reading “panas”
les archives de l’arrondissement voie et batiments de mangga besar
quest-ce que cest cest un cest un sais pas di luar budak budak menunggu dengan kuda dan dedak di dalam tuan tuan membalur kambing marrakesh dengan kecap quest-ce que cest cest un cest un sais pas fotoin dong cyin apakah art-mu bisa dimintai tolong quest-ce que cest cest un cest un sais pas quest-ce queContinue reading “les archives de l’arrondissement voie et batiments de mangga besar”
workx
i wear my weekday worst to work i know the right way to roll up my sleeves the right tie knot for which occasion ozwald boateng pink lining bespoke ticket pocket i wear my monster jam t-shirt to work this morning monster ja the m has been rubbed out i’ve rubbed it out with useContinue reading “workx”
alukard weekend
the kids don’t stand a chance, they’re all diplomats’ sons. walcott! i don’t even know who you are! go tell someone who kwassa kwassa! i stand corrected, the real poet between you two is certainly not you. one (blake’s got a new face), two (donne’s got a new conceit), three (herbert’s got a new wing),Continue reading “alukard weekend”
seether
slitheringunbreakableslow motoringtowardstheafterglow nevermindyournononono screamingtreesandafterpartyshows slitheringunbreakableslow rapturousunbankabledayglo nevermindmynononono motoringtowardsyourwowowowow
penultimate
Slugs of Benadryl DMP in an arctic mall I have forgotten you Arctic Monkeys Let me destroy you on the dance floor As Sophie Ellis-Bextor once didn’t say: you are not the rice Steamed carps and cars moving to and fro on submerged roads Trees fall with express approval from The Wind I would likeContinue reading “penultimate”
chic hero
The ubermensch is a rara avis The rare bird is a l’etranger The outsider is a theos apo mekhanes The deus ex machina is a peregrine
i wasn’t just here
plum blossoms in bloom frost on faces of crowd i was not just here
not going to the swann’s
i envy yr indoor pool of kois yr antiquated bookcases old photos of yr great great great grandpapa—a national hero i think of the dull surface of my marble floor i envy yr old money petit palais yr within walking distance night market you just got back from a chauffeured trip to solotigo i thinkContinue reading “not going to the swann’s”
Divagyrations 