REPETITION

You are the epitome of “back on my bullshit” only falling into fads of the moment when you cross my mind, regurgitating bad habits with every phone call – I can’t even look at your picture without frustration of anticipation of what dumb shit I’ll do next when it comes to you               how dare you…

Hollywood Mus(e)ic

It must hurt to be him. A Sun King embalmed into one, specific love. Married to the widow and jumping coasts as if all things were fine full floating feral, of all things – ferociously virile and written into the strategy of superior design,           he wanders the streets again,  …