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2019

if i could do things over

i’d practice piano

i’d listen to miss park but also ask her to hear my compositions

i’d propose a trade of some sort

to split the time between history and what could be

if i could do things over

i’d sing songs

i’d record covers in my empty garage but also perform my musings

i’d propose a trade of some sort

to split the stage between diffidence and who could be

i suppose these are the dreams we never stop dreaming

the dreams we tack onto our children

the children who hate piano

the shy whose knees buckle under gaze

the kids who grow up to be

the nostalgic who fantasize on “if”s

the grown short on time

the dreamers teeming with songs unsung

you can do things over.

do them now.

everyday before you came home i stood in the middle of our empty garage alone with my flip-phone recorder and my lyrics of the day printed on my cd pamphlet of the week. you know, the booklet that at first glance looks like a mere album cover through the plastic but opens up to terrible graphic design and kaleidoscopic lyrics. i sang there, my personal studio, because the sounds bounced off the concrete metal plaster cube walls just right. i sang in the shower, i sang into the sink, i sang in corners, i sang to flip-phones, i sang to iphones, i sang to photobooths, i sang to me, and i sang for you.

i started dreaming when i met you

now i sleep in blue

lips red, night skies: yellow

you? Free of

you, Miss, no more

x

Free Miss

boxed you up like an old sandwich

midnight blackberry jam

felt you at twilight heard you in moonlight

surely the unwor thy will miss me

one day if not to day

the asian american experience is wearing an authentic céline bouclé coat with a faux chanel satchel

trashy sex and upscale excess

shy sex ob sessed

an outpour of support

a tinge of envy

a pinch of seduction

an innocent hello

square of applause

sitting ovation

up far and impersonal

a memory that never dies with time but pulses forever, foreign and fresh

my eyes traveled from the stars to the crescent moon on his wrinkled face,

from his brown speckles to his hairy butt chin

you write about sex, i think about god

you sing of head, i mourn the dead

the devil was once an angel and is twice The Angel, Fallen

Metamorphosis, must it strike the pure?

she pried you open with a single question and out you spilled, saved, ‘fore mask killed

why? Why? why y? Y? y ?

fascination with objects v humans was the v that separated you n me

The Human Condition

whispers * I Need The Human

on the mind, in the brain

much to do, much i think

Listen close as she sings her song

Far much to come in her upcoming single: A Down Release

a toad sat in my stew as i steadily lifted the heat higher hotter faster stronger

the toad was my mother and she was so bothered so i told toad mother

there sits a faceless prince/ss at the end of this dinner and s/he’s a real charmer

/ /

she thinks i’m guilty of this crime, i know i’m guilty and sublime

/ /

i fell in love with the me you showed me three steps before you fell behind

catch my kiss as i wave goodbye

smell me forever, coco in your nose (not that kind) forever

inhale four, hold seven, exhale eight

iiii-hhhhhhh-eeeeeeee

eeee-aaaaaaa-hhhhhhhh

breathe, baby, you’re golden

they come in pairs but were Written Alone

how many lovers have you loved?

companionship or independence? choose one

passion sought fervor, and honesty made her yawn

fame or respect? choose one

these jaws that shred flesh and the limbs that shed bullets are my lovers

take time to make time

2018

when the city of angels fell i climbed up and i flew down

oh-k!

the story of The Chosen

A sip of crisp air and 1 gulp of mango

Memory is kind generous and cruel

I smiled and I lied, I cracked and I cried

Thoop th thoo thoop

Pleasure pleasure what’s Your Pleasure

Inject the story with sound

Every post, exposed

Married to aesthetic, loyal to revolution

The unspoken ever-loud flattery of imitation

There is Only One Original and Two of Nothing

One Two(3) Three(5)

Blinded by the need to be seen

sight or sound? choose one

The specific sweetness of spicy tuna

The sun set at five but the night shone bright

CRAH pA PAH PAHP

I: the one that got away U: the one that i escaped

what would you do with the promise that no one, now or thereafter, would ever know?

Strawberry-flavored time

Camaraderie in otherness, comfort in solitude

o yeh oY eh O YEH

Mind over flesh Salmon over pork Skorts over skirts Polish over matte

Moi * ~

Fín

found

sister don’t mind that i’m not on time, she knows that i’m through with that

distance is fine, i know you can’t care, nothing is big like that

it was all part of the story

visible only to those who know where to look

oh no she didn't oh yes I did oh no she didn't i'll do it again

oh oh oh , i

i wanna see if you can go a long time with A Girl Like Me

barthe's argument flirts heavy

she thought it was the ocean but it was just a pool

talking loud saying nothing

blithely unaware

you’re never gonna change me, i was already changing

all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if u seek amy

there’s something in everything about you

i had a dream i could buy my way to heaven

when i awoke i spent that on a necklace