DADDY SANDMAN

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& we all melted into hot water

just before the boiling point

all hot water & skin & glasses of champagne

echoes of what we took from w/hole foods

@ the march so many times before

this is a different kind of march

we don’t steal anything

just space on the street—temporarily—

that’s not even ours to take really

but we take it back from the city—temporarily—

overflow & widen

the vastness of us

uncontainable

by curb or infrastructure stripes or cops

we cascade through blocks & hills & 5 point intersections

heads thrown back in pleasure—temporarily—

@ the sight of our endlessness

wrapping up the foggy city

wide with desire

maybe it’s candy or maraschino cherry

maybe it came not from the ground but a factory

trans*ported through the veins of global capitalism

to bob in each of our glasses filled w

champagne we used to steal

when w/hole foods was still just a proud grocery store

before it became amazon footsoldier

maybe it’s candy or maraschino

stolen & carried through TSA

too much liquid (cum oozes from my filaments)

too many ??? (plastick surgery overwritten anatomy)

but still we made it to the party

knew where it was without

maps or cell service

drawn toward

chain to magnet

we know our ins are limited

daddy sandman

clicks through summer so steady

 

traces of pathways intersect

outer layers of collision

new circuits carved in skin

a freshly drawn geography

situationist sketch

thick scabs

more permanent than what

daddy sandman leaves us with

traces of desire’s aftermath

sternal mold

complete taxonomy of

each peak & every jagged edge

that adorn yr hands

all tearing at each other

get a little closer

remove the millimeters of distance

skin affords

we exceed the limits

of daddy sandman’s precise rhythms

forego sleep & eating

there’s no time for maintenance

when it will all be over so soon

quick visit 2 our

fantasy harddrives

suspend certain n33ds

merge on 2 freeway

overdrive nerves sparking

network visible from within

bright links in the night

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we exist @ the edges of this magnetism

for quite some time

occasionally stepping toward temporary

network field abandoned building freeway

anyeurism where our fantasies are held

& finally into /

/rupture/

it manifests first as

a lot of texting & a lot of partying

a lot of incisions on the surface splitting it

open to the layer beneath where our

connections to each other become more

visible

turn on the blacklight

turn off the overhead

 

cables threaded underfoot

bones in feet adjusting to the

interruptions

 

turn off the scene light

turn on the stage lights

 

sharing is different than

what people take from you

 

sharing is dif

than what the [_____]

takes from you

 

ligaments tighten

to calcification

against the brace of impact

& splinter

away from the concrete center

 

be

noise

clog

big daddy mainframe

 

be

noise

short out

the sandman

widen the clicks between

moments

 

 

skywriting that says

we want more than one weekend a year

where a mass shooting might occur

 

project on the side of the stadium

the way you fuck is boring but you still don’t get to watch

 

write in wet concrete

kick cops out of pride

or better yet

we make a world without them

 

draw in the sand on fire island

RIP Kevin Killian

 

spray paint

fucking everywhere

queer liberation means a world without prisons

 

dig in to the surface of my sternum

hold my hand through the flash bangs

& i’ll hold yours thru the flogging

leather with metal studded edges

leave nice purple bruises

gridded nodes glow

mathematical array

of desire & resistance

i buckle my

bulletproof, studded

vest

& melt in2

the mass

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