Slept until 3 p.m.
wore Los Angeles like a woven scarf
out of season.

I wonder if Michael Stipe loses sleep without R.E.M.
(Tell me you get that joke.)

East Hollywood is a template for resurrection,
it's in need.
I'm not tired.
I am sleep
sleepwalking-
confused by being.
Beverly Boulevard is tree bark.
I am sap.
Together we embody a tree bleeding.
There is nobody around.
Nobody hears a thing.
There will be weapons in my hands
when the zombie apocalypse arrives
but secretly I'm just waiting for an excuse to play dead.

04/18/2012

Posted on 04/21/2012
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