coming home having caught your cold

where do places go that no longer exist?

 

 

demi god in a bonnet

a curse, a haze
lifted 

 

 

you lived inside a matchbox,
i carried in my wallet.
around each corner and
down any street

inside every bodega,
you dragged me to 

for cigarettes

our hometown as a tiki bar,
a haunted motel on sunset boulevarde

smoke in the kitchen,
smoke in the bathroom
telling me how to get to a train,
that's going to take me home

as vague as i wanna be

lately my thing has been crying to any kris kristofferson song

the road finally gave me back

elizabeth street

a duck, in the distance men dressed as figurines.

i wanna hold you til the world dissolves
we just can't get attached