Gabriel Ojeda-Sague | from Jazzercise is a Language trumpeter in your catalog make no mistake my purse is lost upon my waking the rodeo dynamite the white crystal legs psuedo-science of car batteries do this with me and a-one and a-two and a three-e-and-a-four I’m made for more I develop black photos under red light my relief in clean cardboard the phrasing nested lightly between pixels sticky sun beat up ramshackle spartans there is a great grey hole behind venus that is sucking gas fast and will leave us without knees I burp a contrail it soars across the sky it’s true the light of the sun does meet my skin I was born to replicate puerto rico I bankrupt the indigo freeway I have lost 6 pounds this week alone I am committed I am supplementing this with diet and light weight training please be sure to supplement this with diet and light weight training for the best results I am not transparent nor am I defensive I am a medical center I am your best customer I must be as stuck in your nose as the q-tip oh jill it’s not true I did buy the oatmeal you asked for I did I spent my own money on it too no I am not harassing your secretary I really believe she is not from this planet and neither is our son I am only as glassine as the program allows this is my two-handed axe my volcanic suv he thinks he has me to himself but I am not a bowl of cereal you are if fairies only new the horrible smell of their wings gourmet scallions midi august I took raw graphite from the burial of the blimp let your knees drop to the floor completely smile and be yourself look straight into the light chocolate involution always before always before the sound of elephants this is my favorite routine to mark my tibia with red circles then over some hill there is the rest of the world my friend would want me to say this is the truth the sun is amazing but I am not my friend my lamp is amazing Jellyfish for Sade Murphy What stuffs the lack of sound is always a train High on obituaries, I put my feathered eyes on another man who is measuring the room again I’d like to change Simply, the zones are redrawing again Like a bottle, I still don’t worry about towers I’m more nervous about peacetime and the rewiring of cited sources Everybody knows I love to U-turn in Miami traffic It’s for the Doppler and for hitting the palms again |