long week & weak days

we've got love
and hate, it

is the only way

something you can clutch

if i were to, and you
might as well, be

filled with pebbles & pearls—

there would be a sinking
feeling, rocks inside you
& me, stringing
a long something
for you to
choke with

Living life on a computer keyboard: hit return.

a city two love





some say love
is a place

i was

convinced,

i fled the country
side on the side

streets, trying to find

a city inside you
and the stare-
way in
to heaven

beside you

hear the art hear the art;

broken hearts.




provocative




limp
ankles & wrists
rest in your mind—

a sleep in your eyes
where hands held
a time, less beautiful
now
with the present

in hand

you want to leave me

tongue tied
trying to say
in knot
so many words—

you’ve created a noose
& tightened my lips

isn't the ending, so much as the start (?)

A bit delayed, but this is in honor of the end of an era.

We've all made our own nests in different places. We reluctantly said good bye to the days of Modena, and were once again forced to bid adieu to the days of the W.Ave, which I lovingly named & lived in.

Modena partially reunited as the W.Ave

W.Ave's wall
(I hide behind alcohol, while animal-out-of-their-natural-habitat looks on)

Where to find us: Bangkok, Los Angeles, Seal Beach & overlooking the burgeoning renaissance of City Heights from a private balcony.