i kept one foot in the desert as long as i could new york did whatever it does to people i spent three years thinking my life had not...

renaissance is an ugly word do not resuscitate i dreamed the sky was an up side down bathtub painted sky blue i couldn't breathe enough...

whatever i learned to live without you and breathe and sleep and fuck without you and i haven't backed down from death in seventeen weeks

i channel charles krause dead a year and a day on this 4 mile out (and hopefully) back down to fairway lead with the heart like...

this is a lie we struggled against the terse phrasing of mark strand i wanted to be the subject of your work and other new york bullshit...