2016
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
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people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
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
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
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