(2013)
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine