i trace the zodiac on your body
cough up a lung
it's morning in the pre pubescent century

mass krap lighters will be the treasures
of the adolescent economy. buried deep
in landfills, we'll mine them for the butane
power our ipods. maybe one day enearth a factory
where millions of fuel repositories are
abandonned to us, the future.


what i like best are the completely full ones
the way they won't give up the flame
store it like diamonds waiting for gold's prison.










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diamonds are a girl's best friend.
a lesson i rejected because everyone was doing it.
but no one's traded poetry for pussy
without regreting the way it distances








































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i close my eyes
  push electric and critical
 bow over  string in 3/4 time
not the dancehall rhythm of youth

but a waltz
a dip,
a glass figurine
making porcelian

kisses shatter
the back
of my neck
in a soft breath

fingers on keys
teeth on
 the
left
lobe


 a kernel of reality 
1/0 validity















&^*^



what do you see
when you wake up from the dream?








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the answer i would expect
is i am you and we are that.





&*




the day dawns again
rained away, stop getting high
i'm cleaning my room
shopping for a reciept
the clean smell of washed cotton




who are you to say
my strategy won't work?
thought is responsible for suffering
true dat but no think
is a willful ignorance
to the consequences of your li'l ripple.




what- did she say responsibility?
the ir implied.


what am i doing here with you
when i could be propheting to so many more?
tolle wrote a book. i could write a book.
maybe . lol.


the book of ninot.

i'm such a

you got A  three hundred and sixty degree
bank of monitors, double spaced
chasin the wake from ahead
and a swivel chair
accounting for the stream
partial sequential



  thus ego
reasserts herself





lol good thing i'm lazy. newboy sez
most artists are lazy and that's a good thing.















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