so courteous, this

particular balance
notification.

you on a

speedboat
your voice
in my ear

as the sun sets over

our
city,
I
set aside some
of my nihilism and
we finally stop
talking about Daniel Pinchbeck
and we
walk, me and you,
hand in slightly sweaty hand
to go buy smokes
through the twilight,
maybe beer,
two
burritos.

this is ridiculous

apply
yourself.

tell me

you'll love
me
for a milli
-on years.

top 3 Barry Hannah quotes, vol.1

1. Oh you're fat at the long table, stuffed with time, friends, your flat stupid brainstorms. Not long. You're going to shake hands with every dead thing. You recall you were a captain, a flyboy, an assassin's instrument barely beyond pubic. You could neither write a good check nor imagine any bill beyond a twenty. You had never had a decent woman's bare breasts against you. All you had was your dog and your model planes and good eyes and baseball.

2. When her husband Wootie died, Melanie stayed on the lake in their rambling vacation house. She was seventy-one years old and wished she were a poet. But she was too direct for that, her senses too good, her memory too precise, and she couldn't drink much.

3. As you would ask somebody the point of their lives and they would answer: horses.

innocent

as your once dry drugs
suddenly way too wet

i've been trying to upload these old zines, all original

using this seemingly cool site
called issuu, where you
create easy to read digital
versions of zines
that aren't pdfs but its
pretty tricky
so instead, in the interim, here's
a couple old pictures of my mom
and pops


(coming soon: probably some fucking pdfs of the aforementioned zines)
(also coming soon: the first of the Bixby Letters)

your love, a keg cup

and i,
the biggest bro
there is

tonight, in your honor, wizard

of oz.
for you who continues
to discover that you have
those things you once
were so sure you lacked,
you remind me of a mix
of all the characters
who aren't dorothy,
though maybe
her too
because
you're already
home.