Dream Boys

edited version of Mid-Nite Conquests Other-worldly dreams keep me at peace pressing lips, familiar amalgamations possess piercing and forgettable eyes. It seems as though appearances are constantly changing, a million copies of his face. Some of these strangers resemble neighborhood boys playing with bright plastic toys.

Inflatable Plastic Toy

There’s a big swirling ball of garbage There’s a lot of fucking soup cans They’re emptying off shelves and multiplying Plastic and tin triangle of death each particle a star a blink that goes on by… Earth is my… inflatable plastic toy.