Arrêtez de rouler dedans

Ce qu’ils ne vous disent pas, c’est qu’il s’agit de cette grande route que vous vouliez parcourir d’un océan à l’autre. Comme si c’était un accomplissement. Fumer de l’herbe est un accomplissement. Manger du peyotl est un accomplissement que seuls les courageux d’entre vous sont prêts à risquer. Risquez-le.

I Am A Communist

I have heard it all. Be reasonable, you haven’t yet tried everything. And I resumed the struggle. Waiting for something fantastic, but it was a pipe dream. You used to believe it as a kid, then, you learned how to masturbate. Everything changed. Grab the women and the children…

Dirt Bike Town

Are You Talking 2 Me

DIRT BIKE TOWN

Whispered secrets were pulled by gravity shyly moving what everyone hoped to god was the dark sand arriving at night as if it might turn the dogwood blue.   

2 kinds of people

It was only a matter of time. The heat was making people explode. There is no such thing as climate change. There was, however, a vast number of people who simply exploded nothing to be done. Clean it up, and going forward. The Authority tended to see us as Trouble…

I Love Anons. Why AreThey So Often Snowflakes.

Lost In Your Head Again

The Keeper of the keys.

And Edges of the Zero Gate

The dismal sky burns the tongues with scorn. Languages. Never savage chaos as it walks the moon beach shore. Coiling in the darkness, it was like remembering our cells of faint shadows and it’s time to go. Any whore will get it. You and I both know.   

Sail On Till You’re Gone

Another stake to claim your planet on the ground.

Why Are You Here

these colors not too unlike a mountain lion stretched out hot with yellow eyes upon a rock where the sun spills in

In the long Run, the Desert Will Win

Tim Barrus, New York Times I am a communist. I get graphs. Since I am poor, and live on $200.00 a month (I am writing this on a borrowed phone in a borrowed tent in pouring rain), I get the hatred. Of the poor. The rich have nothing to fear.…

All My Lovers Sleep in Shrouds

All of this is up for grabs. This is not the world I live in. It is the world I live with. I would like to say side by side. But it would just be another lie. Disengenuous. You would find the place I am in at the moment as…

they say your entire life flashes

this

Blond Photographer

shadows are ubiquitous

Go Buy a Gun

They kept beating him up. I tried to listen to it. Complain. But I became impatient because there was little fighting back. They had broken him. I gave him my Police.38. “I’m tired of hearing about it. Do something. You are dangerous. Because we are all dangerous.”

prettypink hoodiehoodie

Before covid. After covid. Polemic. Both times. Poisonous as a rabid porcupine.

beach whiskey

you flew out of my mouth

you flew out of my mouth and spilled look at mine/ your balls of enamel murdered by the sky, the aegean blue as prison/ when you came apart, it was in threads/ even in the core of any bitter winter, you could sleep through anything/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com

the legends say

there is always a narrative/ usually one divorced from reality/ stones and bones/ many narratives were created from revenge/ if they say you are a criminal, you are a criminal/ if they say you get fucked in the ass, you get fucked in the ass/ if they make the point…

Dying Alone

his wings in the jagged glass shadows have been clipped hideously/ they say sedation is this empty vacuum where you are not conscious/ this is a lie/ get used to it/ they’re going to lie to you and force feed you murmuring the dark selves songs/ curling discontent, you hear,…

lucid questions

the lucid questions are not explorations he is going to either answer or encourage/ he holds the secrets in his folded hands and lips of salt and bed of bones where his body was the prize/

ferris wheel of rust

we were insomniacs who played on an abandoned ferris wheel whose pendulum in appalachian rain was one blind eye and sullen just like you and weary where your skin leaked raw and your bones in the dark were soup inside your nerves to be so high such as we were…

toward whose delirious repose

you in your distance toward whose delirious repose suggesting structures of scars i have seem them all i have touched them all i have followed them with my lizard’s tongue i want to thank you for teaching me a  huge, huge fucking lesson/ never get arrested/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com