poetry books
sheetrock knives
Ghostface 12”s
in my eyes
anxiously awaiting my irish wake
that time when you realize the thing where he cleans his fingernails with a knife in the outsiders is actually super practical and incorporate it into your life.
listening to 80’s hardcore
at work
with a budweiser.
don’t quote me boy
because i ain’t said
GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY GET MONEY
1234
who’s punk?
what’s the score?
(a quiet cottage in rural Manhattan)
(police siren fades in)
ANTONIO: I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO [INAUDIBLE]
FRANCESCA: [INAUDIBLE]
(police siren fades out)
(light rapping at the door)
D.E.A. AGENT #1: THIS IS THE F.B.I.!!
(end scene)
painting
the pan american drug novel
on a quiet afternoon
in december
dropping ball-peen hammers
on ornately tiled
blue floors
with Anton Kafka
finding our way
to the next chapter
just in time to get arrested for the salt in the washing machine.
i put strips of duct tape
on the main trucking route between
Canada & Mexico
i put salt in the washing machine