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angles of light mixing with shadows on the roof, the wicker endtable filled with water from rain, when was that rain? the plastic adirondack chairs from my ex, tanning in the sun beside the generator which cozies up to the Dewars bottle half-filled with a hundred tombstones… the sun bouncing off the screen onto the…

the haze of the medication. the empty bathroom. the cold tile against my face. the bowl like a swan standing up tall. my heavy eyelids. the space underneath the stall. i look for feet. seeing none, i give in to the haze.

a black L, stripes of space and a metal husband and wife bickering. a naked man writing poems, 31 years old. small goods and small obstacles and William Carlos Williams. he drinks a glass of water. i crave scotch.

ever dreaming of elsewhere. my head is a hot air balloon. the world is too small. who can say what a poem comes to be? on the roof, nearly a year since we’ve separated, i see your long blonde hair and the way it frames your snaggletooth laugh. i shake my hair in the LA…

red wine in a short glass like uncle Ted.i stand in the going sun and dream againof Italy. ah, ah! it will never be the same.

i finish the last of James Francoa story in PALO ALTO about Yosemite…the falls and candles and the burning skeletonand how to make babieswe are at Will Rogers beach, Lyndsay is lyingin the sand without a towel under her.she came out of the water and just lied there andturned over like a chicken breast trying…

Like Ed Smith. Doing it like Ed Smith. Short stuff like Ed Smith. Feeling good about the short stuff. Not everything has to be long. Not everything has to be emo. Not everything has to be magic. Sometimes you’re just 28 making 80 dollars a week and you need some space. Sometimes you’re in the…

Dana wants to peg people and explore her dominant side. Auto likes her women submissive and her men big. she’s “kind of a size queen, so, no men under nine inches” and she “WILL confirm.” Andrea and Mark are looking for a man to join them and he must be willing to participate with both…

i lie on my bed with my phone in the middle of my chest and it feels good like a weighted blanket. i remember that i dropped Frank O’hara’s anthology of collected poems behind the bed and i reach down and pick it up, deciding that this will be even better than the phone. i…

i finish two cigarettes on the way home. when i get in, i go straight to the bathroom and brush my teeth. i brush every crevice… my gums, my tongue, the roof of my mouth, and i get way back there – my tonsils and then into my throat and then way way down, all…