where the hoes at?

 

Van Gogh from a library book, Malibu, & Trash

 

Des Moines Iowa

 tired of pictures of people

and digital dollar monologues 

san francisco poem

theres still a place

in the San francisco bay 

for poets,

skateboarders, & miscreants 

child actors grown up with

addictions & missing teeth;

the fog rolling in

with all its mystique 

LANDS END

is where I sleep

wake up with a dream

and theres something endearing

about the harsh chinese business

man

thats weary of me

Nothing is

what it was

ghosts linger around

as rent goes up

I sit where the roads end

at least as I positioned them

In my head,

and a CHAOTIC CALMNESS 

Descends

if I stayed here forever

I would be dead///

(enchante cafe - geary st - 5/13/24)

 

avant guard

 

lower east side, baruch housing projects

a lifetime ago, but it seems like last nights dream

 

ATLA [train]

went atlanta to LA via the ATLA train this summer in the heart of leo season (august)

georgia, mississippi, louisiana, texas, new mexico, arizona, california

100+ degrees everyday had to drink 3 gallons of h2o every 24 hours

god damn it was beautiful

shout out to traincore brian for the intel

shout out to myself for the gumption

 

rural texas siding

nothing shines like the leo sun

lil fly homie that rodewith me thru 2 crew changes

(long live)

secure the bag

caliente/ducking border patrol

"a flash flood warning is in effect for this area... this is a dangerous and life threatening situation."

spires of civilization