One day I’ll delete all of my passwords, all those hard to remember combinations of numbers and letters, and replace them with various names I’ve made up for you. That way, I’ll never forget my passwords again, and every time I type one of them in I’ll think of you, or at least one of…

I am the crow! Sitting on the horse’s head! Listen to me, bloated fields! Hark, ye old windmills and lanes! I’m a children’s story book! Hey, black wings! Scary rainbow oils! I am the snow! Waiting for the sun to die! Stomping through their lonely hoofprints! Running off like steam at the mouth! Let’s eradicate…

I’m eating your voice like it’s sugar and it is: raw brown sugar on a spoon. The phone is a spoon. Your voice is inside the phone. I’m inside your rainbows, ice. I hear beeps (the time runs out and we’re disconnecting again. Outside the weather reporter runs around on cloud nine because here’s another…

Nobody knows. Nobody knows what it means. Jippie! We can speak freely here. Speak. I’ll send you desires in the mail. We’ll end up somewhere between the stars. It’s making me crazy. It’s beyond real. Smile. The world’s a mirror. You look good in it. My dreams explode. No wonder. In the dark, no one…

Her toenail polish is chipped and I love it. She’s doing that crazy dance and it’s cool. I’m feeling dizzy, not sure if she’s real. But she is and she’s crazy and yes so am I. I mean, a little bit crazy. Not real crazy. Just a look in her eyes, wind in my throat.…

I follow the story-lines of your hair in photographs. Tracing the sources of stream tendrils. Making my way back to the original kiss. Asking the universe to contract. Let’s reserve a table in a future restaurant. An advertisement in a foreign place. Paperweight heart. Your lessons in film-making, driving. Navigation being the hardest part. We…

Why? Because. That’s it. No reason. Just because. Why? Because why. It’s as simple as that. Because. Because why? Trust me, because. Why? Because that’s the way it is. That’s no because, no why either. I shrug. Because, that’s why. The reasons are the answers. There’s why and there’s why not. I’ll take because. Because…

I’m looking for a house to live in but I don’t know if I can live with myself. It’s tricky. Damn my moods, the forgetfulness. Hanging a sign outside my skull: for rent. Mexican dances for the dead. Forget them. Shelves lined with mix-tapes, coffee pot forever mouldy. If it’s all the same, I’d rather…