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35 ppm

Found a nail
                 to hang it from

I sent the water
                back from where it came

It was circulating
                    pushing in the oxygen

Flashback to when we used
                                     to spraypaint poetry

The roads that went to nowhere
                                         they ran out of money

Pouring rain and lightning
                              the smell of pussy and the shins

Acacia sap they sent back
                           in candles she said

Mountain dew and indole
                                   tiny flowers in Big Sur

They started kissing first
                      it was only natural

Blue bioluminescence in the waves
                   of the ocean in the middle of the night

There’s a light on
               out there on the boat

There’s a light on
                        in here because of me

The sparks of the tow truck
                                  Toyota camry in the air

Floor it in reverse
                    spin around in the field

You could walk under powerlines
                           forever but you shouldn’t

We loved highway 9
                       like it was our beloved

We were only tourists
                                     just like everybody else

We’d wind up in the middle of
              nowhere goin’ how we ever gonna get back


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The handshake

There’s nothing else
                                        I’d rather do
          You and me
      let’s take a stroll
down to
                     where the waters
        meet the sand
                                            As we go
                                                              hand in hand
                     to the man
  The Longhaired man


               there he is
                                           all glowing
                                               hunched over a giant
                     starfish
A prisoner
                      It could be done
     Any  way
                                        How would you want it

How would you do it

                  If you could
                                                    redo everything
                                                 How would you do it

                             With his ass up
                                  In the air


                               Fisting Jesus

Valentina 

                    My precious
little arrow
                      slingin’ booty
        bangin’
                      Got you
    senseless
                       Holy—
this suction
                       of nothing—
 Sundown—runnin’
          thru it—
                       Your ass is
     probiotic
                      O baby
It’s psycho-
                       biotic
         O yeah 


The appointment

I wondered what she was on
chatting away
and mouth fucking me
with the purple gloves.
It reminded me of how much I had been smoking,
checking for red bumps
and white spots      
but nothing.
I thought of the hot toddys
that brought us together again
last night
as my pants bulged
so I quickly thought of something else,
something fluid,
something dreamy
like the transition of morning.
Maybe you just are that way-
hyper narrative nurse
leaving no trace behind
with the little water gun.
Maybe it’s adderall.