i want to watch big fish and cry because i don’t understand how any parts of the world work but i like when he holds his wife in the bathtub and they are old, they seem happy at being sad.
give me the spot
at the end of your bed
and i will stay there forever
listening to you
rehash the stories of universes
i will grant you longer breath
than Homer’s bards
and you can weave me an epic
to wrap up every culture
just keep running your fingers
through my hair
and reassuring me of my wantedness
”Darlin’, I know that you are sweet,
Just a midwest transplant with your dreams”
Ransom Man by Delta Spirit.
I made it back from Berlin and had an incredible time there. Nothing like spending a week with friends in a world capital.
Stuttgart to Berlin Hbf! It’ll be my first time in Berlin and I’ll be seeing all of my American friends for the first time since Oktoberfest (and for half of them the first time since July). I am so excited to do something new.
Qué belleza….
the mechanism that’s supposed to cry for the dead
is cross-wired to certain melodic tones
and i never seem to remember, when you say
to forget.
my dreamer only seems to work
after 2am
and then it rerolls
the same 15 minute film.
look it doesn’t matter
i can stay this way
and that will be alright.
i’m not saying i’m a machine
just that a synapse and a circuit
can both misfire.
Red bull para stephen :)
Boring Luna
Luna Miguel reads “Red Bull sin azúcar,” 1 of 2 poems by her that will be appearing, in Spanish as well as Jeremy Spencer’s English translation, in Pop Serial #3.
internet, how do i get to do this? i just want to translate lit pieces instead of company websites.
