24
Mar
Took this one on Saturday. The Empress gets in the air when it starts to get warmer and days get longer. I wrote the poem some months ago but it absolutely fit this picture. Enjoy!
i should like to stand up
with a cigarette hanging from my mouth,
surrounded by desecration
and slay it.
take truth with me to words’ houses and rest there
over night
or the rest of my life, and
become what it is like at 5 o clock in the morning,
no sleep,
and millions of drafts on the floor/
yelling “fuck it”
covering my window with a sheet,
making a collage on my walls – right on them –
start stuttertyping poems with my mouth
on the subway
fresh from my friends house,
where we have been making music all night,
crying all night, and my eyes
are red and having seen the glory.
