like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead

man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly

the very idea that i could be

webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always

lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time

Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.

god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.

life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no

if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost

so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes