list of things

a thousand motor cars, a bleak black painting, folded up copy of Jakob Von Gunten, a cup of water, a single thousand million knives, “I dissent from life and am proud of it” Like the sun, like the moon, shoe on the table, a cup smiling at me, empty bottles, car crash memorabilia, presidential assassination, plane crash survivors, cityscapes not yet on fire, “God Bless You Mr Rosewater”, humming cars off in the distance, helicopters whirring pass the window, right hand turns, strange memories of big empty fields, in the distance a bird takes flight, wind in your hair, wind in my hair, sliced oranges, dried grapes, old Chinese coins, “Something is bound to happen sooner or later”, chirping birds, typing slowly, clothes on the floor, typing slowly, clothes on the floor

plain white walls, brown bag, six boxes, one hundred flowers, no black cats, open garage door, “The whole world will have to fear this mighty zeal”, highlighter, a pen, a blanket, a shirt, this morning, uncapped deodorant, portrait of a man wearing a grim expression and a nice hat, one thousand doors opening and closing, “I saw like a man condemned to see”, pressure building in her ears, dog noise, meat that’s going to expire, Russian nihilist bomb throwers, stick of gum, record player, the entire city of Seattle, literally a single spoon, bombs being lit in the distance all night long (it’s the fourth of July and I live in America)

the desk where everything is placed, the wall that has nothing on it, the strange thought that needs to be banished, the sickening music coming in from the hills, a box on the walls, wires all around, floral patterns, consequences, every poet who was ever born, textile mills, uncomfortable in their own skin, , every kind of pasta sauce in the store, Chow Mein, legitimate violence, two boxes, four hairpins, a brand new old copy of VALIS, a single speck of dust. Refrigerator, cop car passing by the window, “Those who are heirs to the dead are themselves dead” bedframe, lunchmeat, a cloud, a balloon, a close friend, globe, a painting my little brother made, fly fluttering by from outside, eight dollars, ten cents, twelve dollars, missing mailbox keys, trailing off.

Socks, shoes, training wheels, plaid shirt, plaid shirt, plaid shirt, plaid shirt, pixies poster, nail clippers, painting of an abstract space, falling out of buildings, this is what it looks like, new jeans, old jeans, chopped up internals, I need a guitar, lying flat on my stomach “God is the tangential point between zero and infinity”, white door with a cross drawn on it, sick to my stomach, key lock box, half painted blue box, sliding off of the mattress sliding off of the frame,