The grocery store The auto parts store The plant nursery Everything is a dollar general now Student loan commercials

Let’s go for a walk Let’s burn the midnight oil And discuss tomorrows like we’re w… Slowly and with trepidation Are you cold? Let me hold you

Call me Apollo Whisper it into a landline receive… Wring your hands While considering the implications Of feminine control dressed

I feel homesickness the strongest When I am tired of striving Tired of wanting too much My nose so turned down to the very… That I want to crawl into the war…

Generational wealth is the unfores… Totem pole of our time and date I have a dearth of good qualities Optimum language of the plummiest… More self control than dozens befo…

The kind of woman who walks naked… Covered in oil Who blows lavender smoke into lace And sleeps dressed in beads of lus… Who bends to dust your heart off

You are the rain hanging in the ai… Filling me with sap You are heavy like the thunder Rolling overhead rolling over, ove… When the heat just has to break

I’ve begun to notice Your names everywhere. One of you lives in that book on t… The other repeats in a song that… Over and over,

Do you miss the mountains? When you lay in bed at night 10 past twelve and your toes kicki… Kicking at life Do you picture the sun warming you…

There is now a hole In the middle of my chest It’s all begun to spill out Memories and memento mori Feelings kept hidden

The Eternal Pearl and His Maiden Invisible in the eye Of the two great lovers We do not warrant counting She, a fertile blushing blue

I heard the t-t-ticking We stood in our underwear Drinking juice glasses of tequila In Liz Taylor’s kitchen My baby face was thinning

Finally, I howl. My fingers soaked in seven or so m… Of pent up lust, admiration and de… The scream comes from someplace de… I keep it going longer in order to…

I will let my wings bear me into b… Every time Rather than the pitch of darkness I would rather spin out for someth…

Is it really so silly To think the stars may control our… That the heavens move both our sea… What then is god, to you? Is it your business