(2015)
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
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love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest