how quickly things change

it's so easy to forget how quickly things change. two months go by and the wheel turns. contentment not angst.

interesting me now...

obsessed with the photography of cig harvey.

my writing class assignment for "absence of field". love my teacher, renowned l.a. poet jack grapes. a brilliant teacher. here is one of my absence of field poems. think a word version of jackson pollack, impression not literal, and not necessarily that good, either! fun to spit words out on a page without thinking about what they mean.

pervert parked in their house
thrown, staircase, little faces, police
peppercorn, pepper spray
pepper tree, sweet pink
pepper pebbles
my step-mother's
roses
silhouettes
swing, Bette Davis eyes
bitter lettuce boon
undaunted by the raison d'etre
and the parsnip, word of desire & jealousy
black leather wallet deep

asiatic man of being sacrosanct pirouettes
love and a fuck you
a name
the irrefutable logic of being
asthmatic presumption bushes

root, mandible, thumb restrain from
the formality
of formaldehyde
follow the tractor