December 2010
27 posts
mom's ipod
she cried
in the car
because her
ipod would not
sync and i told
her i could get
her any album
for free so she
would feel better
are the floors real wood
8 am conference call
and they’re up
together. she waits
for him to make
coffee and they
end up together
in the media lounge
watching the rain
as he explains another
big problem at
the company.
dark shore
the freeway is
impossibly wide
as we drukenly
speeed around the
places we only
knew as children.
this time of
year is sacred
for reasons that
can only be known
drunk below high
tide when your
high school friends
still have your life
in their hands
teen dads let it all hang out
we went out
to the salt flats
with a 12 rack
of bud and talked
about new
young starlets
your aunt said digital ocean at dinner
you’re with your family in a hot tub and the wine kicks in.
things appear: isp tidewaters, social media archipelligoes,
NSA stocks of atlantic salomon growing in the pacific.
way down, darkdepths of profit trenches fill with enourmous
blind fish, public interest submarines, and seaweed gardens for
bootleg cigarettes. slutty tuna patrol cruise ships that’ve been
on fire since the...
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