We were formed In relation To this world Our creation

Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy

I don’t know what, quite, will unf… I only see silver and gold That’s all I need to tightly hold Onto this dream of getting old

Fumbling in the dark Searching for my clothes Looking for a girl With my third eye closed

Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you

I’ve driven self along my quest I think it might be time for rest To take steps back and then assess What it might mean to be my best

The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.

I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.

There’s one thing I’ve never had in my life And I feel I’d regret Not tasting the spice It’s lean, it’s mean

I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze

Walked a labyrinth And wrote a poem Then suddenly It all exploded

Maybe you could teach me how To tighten up my shit And maybe I could show you how To loosen up a bit Maybe we could be the spark

I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair

I’m just looking for An open invitation To bathe you in love

I passed through little Whitley t… And stopped where locals could be… When I pulled up, I heard a sound Angel’s voice in Dolby surround It was a sweet, but tearful song