where am i? without
kitchen jams
drowsy yardsales for
slim pickings
farmers' markets
for stage sausage

we hang over coffee mugs
reflecting window cactus thoughts
where california stops
make sense
where hammond organ sounds
sooth me

i nap at your feet as
analog stereo hums
needle thru dust
my ears thawing to warmth

where am i? choosing
baudrillard &
screaming cabs
loner london fogs
only sweet to my teeth

give me NOISE, an
emanation of
grit & synth pop
kick snare beat sounds
400 WATT reality

take these starch clothes—
i want to build legos in the nude