(LATEJULY’22)
i just kept going. slouching tiger of a done pond. excavated hubris, dusted off & plattered on that squealing lazy susan of a dog day. each sound points jeering lasers at my sordid actions like ok you sick puppy get those muddied paws off the sofa.
since i’ll’ve been gone from you, too much to blurt under wind-clangs we make, each oily steely breaststroke homeward. dozens of questions swim up for sips of air, show nose, assert a dastard smirk
thursday
mūmū papatū
(red rock)
bought a badass knife & lost it
can’t find my headlamp
feeling a fizzle down. i mean naturally
moab and its arms were gorgeous,, about an hour before it, i was soft-tripping looking at all the huge looming and distant sexy rock structures but also dozing off in spits, weird tiny dreams.














