Vincent’s Blackberries

Buying blackberries,
you held out on me
in Hollywood Erewhon.

Tonight is Friday,
Christmas lives
on and on.
Vincent was out
in Aries eyes
and feeling good,
wanting to meet people:
other people
who buy blackberries

I was by myself in mascara
and behind myself
in false eyelashes,
at the Dry Cleaners
of Black Hearts

I will always
hold it against you
that you, Camille Waldorf and
Vincent Gallo
went to Cactus Bar Taqueria
without me 

On Vine, not La Brea
in 2005

—Nikola Alexandria Pepera

Belated Start, Premature Conclusion

Life doesn’t work out for some people:
that sounds fine when you say it
theoretically. Until you realize
you are one of those people.

The cream doesn’t necessarily rise to the top:
It curdles, at the bottom, into bitterness.
And all that longing for grace and sweetness
culminates in a foul-mouthed kiss.

—John Tottenham