July 2012
June 2012
Lindsey the lavender of my dreams
Who comes to me in the spring
From the west
Who (in my sleep)—
Whom?
I introduce to people
No talk of knives
I see the sun set on the pacific
The Order, De Lama Lamina.
Lara Lindsey Lucas
In no order
What is the last word that you will ever say?
We all know that irony
Is god making fun of you
Then why do I feel so good?
As the punk once said
“as the goth once said,
‘Stella was a diver and she was always diving’”
With a roach on his ankle
Four years ago I punched him in the ribs
Cracked him in the ribs
I let him go
We used to rap together
Then I spread myself too thin
Will the plants grow on trash island?
I can’t see a flower without thinking of you
This is a city of weeds
And when I pick its petal
Dry
And the bee stings
There you are
Ask your parents
What do you believe in?
Someone mentioned a name, I don’t remember the name, I don’t remember who I was talking to or what I was talking to them about. So perfectly though, I can recall their face in my mind.
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