Are you sick of me yet?
Do you want to be?
letter to ava cherry—— cherry baby I’ve been thinking bout Chicago lately and New York City and all the things we made and I’ve been thinking ‘bout holy matrimony and the silly plans we laid ava baby I’ve been thinking ‘bout calypso lately and maybe things unmade and maybe what becomes of those who stayed and paying childless alimony and those silly hands that swayed ava cherry baby I'm afraid -A
92—— go on my marxism commie baby steal your sugar daddy’s wealth. redistribute it to the masses it's harm reduction. it’s praxis -A
stream of unconsciousness—— this is probably how you get yourself hurt. fucking around in the firmament. blowing holes in your brain snorting shotguns. I have two beers in my right coat pocket a half smoked Pack of Marlboro smooths in my hand ten 200mg psilocybin pills in my coat's front breast pocket, and a small bottle of cognac tucked into my jeans I say small. It’s about 375ml and along with the psilocybin pills and the two beers, if ingested all at once, is enough to have my screaming and crying down the side of the highway I am currently walking. I don’t have bad trips or terrible drunks normally. But life hasn’t been normal. bingo. new name for a book. "sober sex with strangers and other awful ideas." I need to get back doing what it is that made you love me in the first place. which is being on fire. I thought a fireplace would do. that we could tend to those flames together. carefully poking it while it roared in the safety of the stone hearth of our home but instead I burnt the fucking house down don’t make it out of wood if you don’t want it to burn. anyway I’m painting again. and dancing. and fucking around in the firmament. maybe I'll move to New York and get serious. maybe I’ll move to London and get sad. do lizards get cancer? doesn't matter. He'd only be angry if you dated someone he admired. which is petty and masculine. two things I think very little of I have 15mins before I meet my mum and dad for dinner. I might get a tattoo while I wait because I hate being bored and I love chaos actually I'm not sure I love chaos I just don't feel I have another option “I like the poems you post on instagram, like they are cringe, but 17 year old me fucking loves it” direct quote from a real person thanks how are you supposed to end a poem like this? that is just uninterrupted violence and all lies? I was up late masturbating to Alfred Stieglitz’s nudes photographs of Georgia O'Keefe. -A
Mavis Staple sings "Sit down Servant" with the rest of the staple singers and my heart soars "you oughta sit down servant." I love your talent more than anything. the way your mouth moves as you speak like you were singing, like a child whispering loudly secrets to imaginary friends "sit down servant." Mavis staple's mouth moves this way. proudly and toward divine ends like cherry wainers fingers or like caterina valente doing the one note samba your fingers have brushed those keys and pluck those strings to "you oughta sit down servant." and I am just that, a servant -A
Just in case anyone was wondering, I googled it and yes lizards can get cancer.
“I need to get back doing what it is that made you love me in the first place.
which is being on fire.
I thought a fireplace would do.
that we could tend to those flames together.
carefully poking it while it roared in the safety of the stone hearth of our home
but instead I burnt the fucking house down” WOW BRO