the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots
it can take the butterfly a long t… stretch its wings to the full leng… using them as antennas to look int… the future and know how many beans… if while fumbling in the pocket, t…
broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races through
no going around the bush here picking the posies to expose the bleeding tears - sear with the hot rung a rose left dripping with the memories
if it was as if the butterfly had just landed, no –lifted in fli… or the breath of it just touched the branch as if begging for (information), h…
pull the towel back out carefully folding it and placing back on the shelf will allow it to grow mold in able to flavor the cheese
in the hive or packaged together and open on t… the day of forgiveness, how could… where the groves in the hand will… as the togetherness is in-cased in…
as my thoughts turn orange you see and cling to me wanting to do what you use to do and now the physical is gone
yellow flashing white laying brown reaching gray creeping blue floating
the paths come together and run side by side some of us just wanting to hide painting on plastic wrap it will be such a ride
the identity of one being ripped a… as if covered by the snow with each layer the complexity rises in the melting pot
shuffle reshuffle cut . reshuffle picking different cards this time placing a crinkle
while registering to buy Italy your mistaken identity diminished wrapped around and covered with banana peels and egg shells castings smell and then you sell
i would like to exhale on a fiddle… tap dance on the king’s crown perish in the fire, with you looki… some duck in aisle to hide from th… gathering of these could bring a s…
hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay