Ariana Reines Week, Part 3: The Hot Tub / Glory Hole Part 2
Since the reaction to yesterday’s Hoy-Leon extravaganza, I figured the best–perhaps the only–thing we could do is double down. Here, then, are some more selections from The Hot Tub (Leon) and Glory Hole (Hoy), the new split poetry collection out from Mal-o-Mar Editions.
THE UNIVERSE IS A PIECE OF SOMETHING EVEN WORSE (Hoy)
I feel at home when I forget
life. I phone it in because
this shit is real. My world
is made of systems and worlds. I give up
nothing and make no mistakes.
I try to be awesome because I can.
Pumping iron at Club Emme. So it’s sort of dope. And then I take a private car to the studio. Visk meets me at the studio and we shoot some beautiful agonies. I’d like to thank my connect for this pure moment. I pull a Nikon zoom to my crotch and laugh like a little institutional. So I was an orphan. Now I moved to Malibu. People end up dead. Then we are like in Spain. Or at the Bar Lubitsch being photographed in 80s Michael Kors.
MY DREAMS ARE THE GREATEST (Hoy)
I would sacrifice everything
worthless in my life and call it a day. People
are what happen to good ideas.
Better collars. The shape of the sky above The Beverly Hills hotel. Red lights. I look at my shoes in the lobby of another hotel. Sitting there thinking lucite thoughts on wooden ships. Replicate the hook in me. Skip the mall for Inside Edition. I’m with Tatiana buzzed staring at wood paneling in a basement somewhere. 111 to Palm Canyon Drive. Cory Kennedy eats a pizza. My whole life I’ve lived here. Playing with bamboo.