(2014)
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring