1/10
where am i? without
minivans
kitchen jams
drowsy yardsales for
slim pickings,
farmers' markets
for stage sausage
we hang over coffee mugs
reflecting window cactus thoughts
where california stops
make sense
where hammond organ sounds
sooth me
i nap at your feet as
analog stereo hums
needle thru dust
my ears thawing to warmth
where am i? choosing
baudrillard &
screaming cabs—
loner london fogs
only sweet to my teeth
give me NOISE, an
unsurmountable
emanation of
grit & synth pop—
kick snare beat sounds
400 WATT reality
take these starch clothes—
i want to build legos in the nude