Slow Spit
World of Curls
It is no secret that I love you and your world of curls. Black, glossy and rangy – they fall across us as we move together. And though I am a world away, I hold them in my mind as I once held you. But the space you filled is empty, a void as black as all those curls. But still I hold it vacant… Read more »
dig. ing. this.
tunes I’m diggin right now… Georgia Anne Muldrow – Run Way http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_RBjMrRXTxI Frank Ocean – Swim Good (he’s writing for Beyonce’s new album) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZHztmRxpyU Tyler The Creator – Yonkers http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSbZidsgMfw and in general oddfuture.com is floating my boat… plus James Blake’s cover of Feist’s Limit To Your Love http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOT2-OTebx0
is.
is wired and reluctant. is partial and is corrupted. is functioning on dumb luck. is reckoning a numb fuck. is castigating one such. is infatuating rum lust. is ashes to ashes, is dust to dust. is a much of a much, but if she must, she must.
Words Words Words
Words Words Words. you fill me up to the eyeballs with insanity yet hide in my blood when I need you most. you explode out my ears, you are deafening and deliberate. yet you are nowhere to be found. Words fucking Words. fucking Words Words. Oh the melodies you have abandoned this past month! The paper you have ignored, the pens you have left ink-filled.… Read more »
A late night status…
“Georgia Potter” can taste the sting of future farewells but licks the lips of the life not yet lived. heart racing like the clock, the clock chasing what is not and what will be is patient on the stairs, but not forgot.
