Showing posts with label weed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weed. Show all posts

Thursday, 7 August 2025

8.7 blackout

 the first time we took brownies cooked with Johnny's butter was in Chicago during a blackout. the whole city went dark for over 24 hours. complete summer power outage. 1999. candles and flashlights and fires. no cell phones. we got high - internally lit.

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Saturday, 19 August 2017

type.writer (archive #K) -iv

we drank coffee and squeezed oranges
in the morning. canadien whisky
at night with milk. smoking
4 finger lids

the letter c
started to stick
i had to find oil
and take arms
she was essential
to my vocabulary

tuning our guitars together
swimming out past the
sandbar to the lone buoy
the hammerheads liked to
circle

Monday, 26 May 2014

K reads... 'easter. contraindicate'


All material written and performed 
by Katya Mills, 2014.




easter contraindicate




in our time of dying

i’m gone. 
hawaiian

there’s always something
held down. to rise up
when the powerful
recede and fall

flashing
crashing
giants. the dust all blocks the sun.
you would think the human race
was cooked. done

demonic. corporate. selfie
goddamn! it’s made us all
unhealthy

your bottom line
at my expense.
tax dollars. audits on our common
sense

i’m feeling slighted.
perpetually tense
terrified. in the woods.
dense

gimme some ativan
no. the half life ain’t no good
3 months supply of klonopin,
doctor…understood?

wait. wait!
stop the madness.
fill the heart with easter gladness
hallmark cards and sugar peeps
high fructose-powered
liberty jeeps

give me death. no
try again
resurrection?
count to ten

count backward now 
to five
multiply by noisy 
beehive

high division fructose
mixers
pure honey
netflixers

look east!
go there!
the sun rises also
john returns to yoko

the manson family
now disbanded
atlas shrugs off
Ayn Randed

Hiroshima
molecular
non-biblical
Conjecturer
plays out inside 
a sand dune

a sheep herder finds the body
learns to fear it
the ghost and the holy 
spirit

4.20 gatherings in denver.
burning trees
to their
knees