I will save you a gaze
With this solitude
He is with color
Closing an escrow document
To outline the professionalism needed
In the space of shame
Smoothing up the trials and errors
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
An archipelago with a Cartesian exit
A.k.a. the disappearance of lovers
Worn out from constructed subjectivities?
Here is a sneaker
To help you recuperate from mirrors
Poetry being water
And an accumulation of deisaesters
"Fuck the police" is mostly a love song
To no one in particular
But a future that will never come
A.k.a. the disappearance of lovers
Worn out from constructed subjectivities?
Here is a sneaker
To help you recuperate from mirrors
Poetry being water
And an accumulation of deisaesters
"Fuck the police" is mostly a love song
To no one in particular
But a future that will never come
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
This will hurt like brokenness
& for the teeth of the night
You are my adored ear
In a framework of of great marriages
Cellophane trickling for the proletariat
Sure I will come early tomorrow
I get the first task of the day off
No need to stop the class struggle
You are waiting for yourselves
You are evading production
& for the teeth of the night
You are my adored ear
In a framework of of great marriages
Cellophane trickling for the proletariat
Sure I will come early tomorrow
I get the first task of the day off
No need to stop the class struggle
You are waiting for yourselves
You are evading production
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