fresh plans

we are a family of 2-beef apostrophes in a drunk bullfinch
you can donate your earlier gloats
slop them drop them + run
we r stylin’ in spaceship america
contact ur local pollution dept.

come wallow in the excrescence
eddy glimmers for bubble stunts welcome
sliver them under my doorway
fresh walls available for firing squad wannabes

What I’m Reading:

When I look at myself I see a stranger.
So obsessed am I with feeling
That I sometimes lose my way when I step free
From all the sensations I receive.

— Álvaro de Campos / “Three Sonnets”