Hi, in the sly.

DSC_0522Candy girl, candy girl, I’m lost in the know.

Country bumpkin but these southern streets are like snow.

Not quite sure which way you’d like us to go.

Such flickering passion which shined down below but,




-this light might be arriving six hundred million years too slow.

We’ve danced like atmospheric pressure flicker, glow; only so..

..of the hearts, was one without telescope.

Who is gold, and who gets the blow?

Who is called, and then turns back into coal?

Candy girl, candy girl, I’m as lost as the crow..

..that didn’t feel the parasitic gimmick when the bow..

..that is this relationship untied, and shot through the chest

..river blood down the back of the planet flow.

Candy girl, candy girl, she’ll never let you grow.

I could show you precious stones, I could stitch your soul.

Mist your leaves until you come into the fold, finger prints

from the lover, in hands, hold the bowl.

Candy girl, candy girl, I’m lost in the…NO?

Snow like streets, southern 60 something degrees below, would you like us to go?

Mm, but below, shined passion, flicking like three million whole.

I have to cope with your image only through a telescope.

You did the blow, who was she?



Called, pressured you, but you couldn’t turn to diamond, little coal.

Candy girl, candy girl, she’ll never let you go.

So, let me.


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Stuck, in you, mango flesh between the teeth
Everything, I knew, liquidity like laying in your pores spreading through your night
Never blue, never not us in our canoe
Mm..no, your everything is pursued
I just want to sleep with my left leg on you
Lately, you’ve been reminding me


maybe, I’ve been smiling like the sea
Because your light has been refracting through my waters
leaving colours twisting down into my infinity
You are a reminder that she was always meant for he..

Oui, yes



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Copper people

What happens when the tattoo lakes on the organ skin run dry?

Seeing that lovely lavender vein, beating atop your eyelids pumping blood…when I’m in. Again an again, until the strokes staccato, hemp milk spilling into an opal bottle, are you alive?
Lover, do you follow?
Ghost smoke blue nail polish, our hearts hollow, filled with seaweed vapor, on the edge of our boat, eating Scotch bonnet peppers, an avocados

We are so frozen, cold.



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Pyramid kissing scheme


Seeing what these eyes were meant to view
The lonely few sitting under star light blue
Thinking about all the what he did to who
You, with your whatever glue
Holding the old broken pieces, never new
Me, laying here with a clue
Dreaming about the nobody I never knew
Who got the juice?
Hair everywhere
What you got to lose?
Besides the care of your repetitive yesteryear
You don’t even care
But you’re so afraid of fear
You’ll do anything to never not be with your …dear?

“Oh, dear!” I said, looking at my beer
“You remind me of these roasted hops dancing over my tongue, you delectable plum..” me, and my drooling remark, whilst you remain silent with a trillion and four thoughts snapping away, like lost electricity in the dark

Snap-snap through the park


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Soul eater


I sat down today
Can’t escape, following me
You’re cracked across the face
Ready, jet set, radio future
We’re dancing, organic walls
Questions, answering
Chelsea Pier, New York
You were so easy to talk to
What a spark, be the naked breath in the dark for us
Indoors, under air, I’ll be whatever you fear
Because after all That’s only fair
What else would you need in this world besides care?
Who could ever leave you, oh no-no my dear
Listen here, if I ever had words to make you share
You’d drip cement in one ear, an allow the wind to solidify, so that you cannot hear

I am the head without hair

All of what was, I’ll remember to adhere
Drink the tear that was meant to tear…me

You look like…mm, no, but…where is she?


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Don’t smooth out my kinks.

Because like Prince, I want to do the opposite of what that man thinks
Don’t smooth out my kinks
Puffs and twists, that shatter the teeth of picks
I like my ethers at nine, and not six
Don’t smooth out my kinks
Follicles spiral like my finger prints
I can see what the universe thinks
Don’t smooth out my kinks
A chemical death through wash and sets
To heat, and bond breakage, antennas sacrificed to the sinks
Don’t smooth out my kinks
Don’t foil me, should spoil me, virgin coconut oil me
Let me withstand the sand, your crowned sphinx
Don’t smooth out my kinks
Dark links, connecting like the stars in space
Defying gravity, rise bubbly, carbonated drinks
Don’t…..touch my fucking kinks.

– Richí

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Safe for us


I am the flower that wilts, when you the sun are behind clouds like quilts.
I am the mushroom that steps in the damp shade, you are the fallen tree where my mycelium lay.
The hands to my pray, the dis to my may, the feeling of the employee who left work, and forgot to collect pay; a double edged sword for replay.
The smiles are gay, an are always on display. Though, I once heard you say, and twice listened to words of grey…can we be alone…or, can we be alone.

– Richí

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