if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs

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

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

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

was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that

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

there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them

may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky

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

root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live

yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is

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