Morale boosters and hangover cures. Bruce Springsteen. Iced Coffee. Being a third wheel. Trashcan fires. Trespassing. Tall cans.
My job blocked facebook today. FASCHISTS.
Here is a poem I wrote for a women in punk compilation P.S. Eliot is going to be on coming out on Paper and Plastick in the near future:
Suitcases of pilsner brewed Levity, my baring protrudes We live like paper dolls Pride and position reinstalled To run like unyielding machines Carry out with modest means
Now he jumps forward, I’ll jump back Arcane worship in pitch black On 2 sleeping bags, on hardwood floors You’re overwrought and I am bored Battered flags hung over blinds Stars and stripes across state lines
Every basement looks just the same Everyone asks my first name Our introverted aptitude Just ruins everybody’s mood But I see you across the room Magnetism in full bloom
So we work on a masterpiece That the miscreant will never see But the execution’s a release And I have all the friends I need And caffeine and vitamin C We are a resilient breed