Sunday, 28 December 2014


the furniture seems to be a lot more on fire since I started thinking of you

maybe not

maybe it’s just heartburn

I sit with my stomach and the blue tits chirping

in the smoldering penthouse, drinking rob roys again.

remember when cookie set the attic on fire?

remember the pony girl, remember last year?

since I started thinking of you, everything seems to be a lot more glowy

cosmic deliverance & flamingo treasures

I walk from room to room with a bucket of sand

but I can’t

I tell the cosmic fire your embers are too damn cute

she winks at me and draws back a blaze

like a courtesan I step inside

(via Russel Swensen.)

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