spring. happening to humans, as we try to hold our lives together, together. april is the month of yearning. then there’s may. if the april dont get you then the
what’s the matter with love. what to do what to do. to reach out & touch all those people, nobody could keep it up. so to speak. just too many nifty folks. love all around, like a big balloon filled with angels. whee. full of hot air & angels. baloney. cheese & rye. hot baloney. cheese & rye.
just too many lovely people. greed makes us want them all, put them all in our pockets, buy them or rent them or keep them in a photo. & greed takes us on its heavy wings, wheeling us into cramped rooms where our dreams cant quite fit, & we walk away bruised & a bit discouraged, but ecstatic. o spring. poets will never tire of reading their own poems about you.
i can’t wait for my ankle to be fully unsprained & can’t wait to wear these neon green n black platforms i got at the flea market today & i can’t wait for more no-rave raves in oakland & maybe i’ll stop trippin at them all the time ????????????? ☆‿☆
the rave for thirty people
Los Angeles 8/2013