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

we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…

this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless

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

we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people

here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i

just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not

just start over not so much like anything was particularly

why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything

i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.

being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest

of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,

unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,