Iggy Pops Got A Rocket In His Pocket
Jacob S. Knabb
Iggy Pop has a rocket in his pocket and he shore is gone pull it out.
Iggy Pop has a rocket in his pocket and he shore is gone pull it out.
we’re all alone in our corner of need.
Because Math!
In a dream you were chewing your fingers down to the knuckle. My fingers, missing nothing, seem a kind of bloom, fluid as they slide through my mouth and the mouths of others. Sometimes I
a text msg that was sent:
ur hands my hands
both needed if i hit
u first would u hit me back
Seen two hours after I fell in love with you
the text msg that needed 2 be
around you because
I want you to keep thinking of me
as a small body, to wonder what keeps me
so pale, what sustains my Spanish mouth.
Don't ask me what I need,
for
There is a room in the cathedral called
"The Quiet Room."
Imagine.
Its entrance, this body too shaky
for comfort.
Janus, god of doorways and beginnings,
when I desire
"free the nipples"
I beat a guy
who had a crush on me
at beer pong
we got stoned
in the Walmart parking lot
when my car wouldn't start
6 months later
he
at work last night a group of brisbane boys came to sydney
they hired our function room to celebrate their friend's bucks night
they had been at the races all day betting on horses and
So I retired and wrote a book, / called games for NBC. / But I was far too fond of drink / and prone to anarchy, / my own damn anarchy.
The cops catch your friend, bullet belt and pants around his ankles. Chain link fence skins your back. Your ankle grinds like burnt clutch on your girlfriend’s Jeep. She keeps a pair of dog tags in her apron. There is a divot in her hipbone.
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