mcgee and the tent
he was at the wall
holding pale green
pieces of melon

thinking about how when
you fill up a bathtub, the

the tub needs to be
warmed by the water

it holds

in it's cupped palms.


I had a girlfriend who
would always talk about

her skinhead ex-boyfriends

and something about it
always made me have

to drink myself to sleep.

211. 18.


the diabetic speed freak
who was my first love-

she loved candy so much-


it makes sense that humans
would invent vodka and rum

to mix with orange or apple juice.

someone couldn't hang
with the devil clik

or the secret club

and so they ran out of the basement

screaming "i hate the secret club"



as we woke up in our cereal

as we woke up alone at night

as we woke up in the wal-mart
parking lot sick to our stomachs

lighting cigarettes, starting the car

duct taping our feet to the bottom
of the open car, riding suicide into

the rising sun, my ancestral homeland

like a police siren lighting up the night

waiting on her waiting on her
prescriptions to be refilled


falling asleep next to the wrong guy

who's to say there's a right guy

living in the houses that you
are hired to construct

and then gutting them one at a time

and trying to rebuild them stronger

eating an actual handful of drugs

before driving to visit your
grandmother in the hospital,

it's like watching a purple kid
hit a piñata filled with flowers

all of the parents start clapping

as all the children scramble for



sleeping in the abandoned house
you grew up in, seeing your breath

reminding you of mcgee and the tent

that sounds like a parable

because it was one










































fear of coke dealers
if you opened up the mirror
in the sky it would peel back





























































andy says
whenever I catch my reflection
in something I don't think I would

know it was me if no one told me

LIVE
BY
YO
REP

LICE
BY
YO
RER
























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