people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.