lovemaking at the execution

14 open tabs in chrome

on your iphone

i’m thinking of

floppy disks

cd roms

100mb zip disks

every crashed laptop

lost usb fl ash drives

all this work

probably not good work

but work

i’ve lost

after quitting smoking

and quitting drinking

what’s left to worry about?

an architect

a civil rights lawyer

a banker

and a fed-ex courier

walk into a natural wine bar

the syrian refugee crisis

is accused of killing

the mood

the vibe

what bartender told me of the story,

something about

lovemaking at the execution and

orgasm at the beheading?

an architect

a civil rights lawyer

a banker

and a fed-ex courier

walk into a natural wine bar

the syrian refugee crisis

is accused of killing

the mood

the vibe

craigslist ad:

looking for someone about my age but had a dad and can help me

with where my beard line should be i honestly have no idea what

i’m doing thanks.

please don’t burn down my house

leave these indiscretions

as an accidental upturned skirt

my life is a windy day

the ghost in my apartment

usually hangs out in the corner of my bedroom

close to the pile of your clothes

and i only see it when i’m overtired

and unable to sleep

or the one time we watched whatever scary movie

nightmare on whatever the thirteenth

fertilized

ceaselessly

since i met your

permanent

lemon-lime

taste

solitude

the privilege of not dying

correspondence slowly suspecting

the worst

in reserve

of describing objects

blood, or

how did you start bleeding?

ibuprophin needing

the stores close before midnight

maybe not 7/11 if we’re lucky we must be

does it hurt, like, physically

being intimate,

sex, i mean

describing things simply

every time you lick your lips,

a poetry happens.

always

us

versus

us,

right karlos?

DDoS

yr love

life

i was asked to write about

my true feelings

on true love

and i hurt my own feelings

within a few sentences

your nose a

refl ection

duchamp scholars

describe as a plane of

separation -

a large glass desire

extremely beautiful thing

shot dead with pleasure,

even

“i’m studying memory.”

- my artist statement 2016-18

i’m not sure what i meant

“work,” the word,

a slang,

meaning

not making money

being busied sitting eating

or drinking coff ee, thinking

“when she says

sylvia plath,

does that mean she wants to

break up with me?”

absorbed self not even looking at

dundas street short shorts no more

ever expanding scripting scenes

avant-garde explaining this

“work”

and what gets in the way of it

instagram:

where nobody is ugly

and everyone wants to

buy a painting

anxiety, influence

a prosthesis, perhaps

lacking in authority

retroactively

adhering to the past 30 days

of disobedience

the loss of collective memory

maturity

just what we need

a new marxist nosebleed

monet, the impressionists

simplistic structure of belief

a superior world view

i want you to live your life like i’m not in it

like

but in a good way

the definition of criminal:

one who things their long term conditions will not improve, so

they employ a “damned if i do, damned if i don’t” mentality

knock knock

who’s there

things are like prisons