bonfire house

spread out in the deep end

when i’m free to breathe in

the pool’s beer breath

a marlboro 27 bobs by

and if i ever touch down

there’s green glass on the bottom

so tread water


pedro’s rolling up the resin

and an orange ball is glowing

all the girls but one

complain about the taste

he fails to blow a smokering

and the magic 8 ball says

the fates say yes


green grass lengthens round

the corner store at

the camelot apartments

there are gonna be people

at the house show

make 3 left turns

till elm circle… left is law


on a brown couch

two blonde girls sat

up very straight

and very close

touching bare legs,

brown eyes smiling,

rarely speaking –

two twin sphinxes –

so Rill & Rill

sat. one loaded

an elephant-

shaped, glass hash pipe

(the one with the

orange plastic

prescription frames)

she used no green

grinder but did

tear up the buds

like green jerky

and mashed them in

the blue beast’s back

happily 🙂 🙂


well no – not aliens

but i did die twice

and ten hundred cells

divided in my pupils

the posters were as tendrils

crying out – impossible

“living is the point” – dmt


elm circle: the name

of the house and the street

and the circle of elms

enclosing the tire swing

the centralmost room is locked

((the centralmost room is always locked))

out comes some sound

(but it’s too loud)


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