2009 July:

2009 April:

2009 March:

2009 February:

2009 January:

2008 December:

drunk in St. Henri,
peeling band-aids off the abandoned gas-station
onto the bloody butterfly of my knee

flying on the backs of street-cats
with broken doors hung off the hinges

if i weren’t drunk i wouldn't be here

i wouldn’t be in this sappost-to-be-white bathroom,
which never has toilet paper

and he cups my cotton-crotch,
grande with faux-heat & erection

he thinks he poured my puddle
(the piss i couldn’t wipe)

an hour in, and
no lotto
no casino
no flamingo
lights

my legs are sleeping & i have to fart

i’m not drunk anymore, so i scream sincerely