haunted_comedy

Sepulveda In-N-Out at 1040PM praying to write the next idiot wind
Something about the septic citizens
arrest of Krantz, Morgan
Something about Late Edward Norton
Something about how I drove all the way down to the LAX In n Out just to have a homeless moment
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cinema aisle walked down by runway model
silhouetted against the screen playing
Love Streams
Her curly hair scribbled out in
schizophrenic pen,
Is that my old girlfriend?
Hips like Russian butter sticks;
shoulders crushed into a button up
perfumed lightly in cat piss?
Or am I just doing Gena Rowlands dream scene during Gena Rowlands dream scene?
I sniff the silhouette
as it whisks past
And wonder if she is ever coming back
If she does, I will tell her this:
“I smelled you in the darkness”
Mixed into popcorn butter
your cat piss armpits
Under the marquee on Beverly, yes,
I will whiff those pits and tell her this &
we will kiss with old-meets-new
tenderness
&
learn how not to be mean
&
learn how love streams