5/20/08 – 3/26/09
late night television
late night tv melds dreams with reality
rubber band ball of images see me
biting fingernails made of crystal for the calories
i am what i eat so i’ll try to make a man out of me
salt over shoulder and it falls on a snail
does this mean we are going to hell?
no
we could all use the sleep
it’s too late to eat
gray hairs we’re growing
celebrate the sound of eyes pushing out past their lids
the sun’s what makes me sneeze, but i’ll learn to love this allergy
a portal in my pupils formed from staring up far too long
it leads me to beginning song
late night tv; platonic pornography
lately i can see being blind is fine
dreams are just a heart playing awful tricks
have to wait it out for the mother ship
we could all use the sleep
it’s too late to eat
gray hairs we’re growing
no, am i going to hell?
no, i’m not going to hell
we could all use the sleep
it’s too late to eat
gray hairs we grow