May, June, July

And I think of the Walkman, the Discman, the MiniDisc

LaserDisc, VHS, myspace

Mixing consoles with dead channels

Cave Of Forgotten Dreams

Cocaine submarines and drugged up limousines

“The extent of your dreams are based on the cost of your rent”

My apartment — where you came like a fire hose being used for the first time in years — will eventually be reduced to JPEGs of strangers in a strange land

She said “Death is the only arrival”

She admired the philosopher, but felt his male gaze

She had an affair with a Hells Angels president

She was an atheist, but got a Christian funeral

Thank you Mom and Dad

Scenes from the different lives she could’ve led

Racing through my head

June 12th, 2014

Her pixelated smile is a torch

Her eyes like two abortions

Sushi rice on her sock

IKEA silence and panties on the floor

Tricks in a sunset

Joints in a mindset

October’s breath

Back it up in a cloud