Saturday, August 31, 2013

Sunday, August 18, 2013

August in Bel Air

I saw your ghost on TV
and it was a
tragic ac-ac-accident, they say

Ghosts on the radio
loganberries under the hedgerows
an apocalyptic
slowdown on Sunset Boulevard


Who was that masked man?

Who was that masked woman?

Now we'll never know, and
photographs of ourselves are burning


Monday, August 12, 2013


I'm an XXX Extreme Gamer.
Are you my moonbeam?

I work 77/7/365!
I work 77/7/365!

Are you my moonbeam?
Am I your installer?


Friday, August 9, 2013


Some tomatoes turn white.
Were they ambushed by albumen?


I'm as bald as an ostrich.
I'm as bald as an electron.
I'm as bald as mustard,
and you can't pay for mustard with mustard!


Thursday, August 8, 2013


Do you know where we are?
On what continent?
In what cosmos?

Do you own this dinette?
Did you build it?
Did you forge the knives?
Did you cut up the victims?
Did you cook the meat?
Did you eat it?

Do you know where we are?


Sunday, August 4, 2013


¡Ay, caramba!

¡Ay, mi carajo!

I saw you on the beach at Zihuatanejo
and you saw me.

¡Ay, caramba!

¡Ay, mi carajo!


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