12.22.2011

Lake Tahoe Christmas.

12.17.2011

snuggle hard
with
the shotgun
in your bed.

christmas comes 4 days early this year.

wake up
to
morning emails
that invigorate
your soul
and
make you
forget about last night.

there are
robots
fucking
distantly.

and

peacocks
pineapples
tomahawks
giraffe mugs
and
puppy dog carriers.

adrian gave me
mexican
medicine
to rub on
my sore hands.

i'm terrified
of
ski lifts
and


going to
the mountains.

12.12.2011

12.08.2011

he will speak
to
the sea of us.
without reaching
the high notes.

apologizing
for breakout musicals
while
the floor shakes
from the collective energy
and
memory.


the bowery ballroom transforms
into brownies.
wetlands.
abc no rio.
and all of the places
you left your soul.

over a decade ago.



alone in a crowd.


one should always
be in love
when seeing
their
favorite band.

i wish you were there.