As we slide across Thursday’s chilly exterior Our temples burrow under Peacoat bundles. Bohemian sunsets told in true colors Fold … More
I will evict my inner fascination with the box everyone wants me to step into
From the corners of my utterly beautiful mind.
“Mary hadn’t thought of what feelings looked like, and certainly never thought of how they connected. Even when rambling, the consultant was enthralling to her.”
I keep losing great people like the things in my pockets,
And I don’t know how to miss them till I feel the hollow space.
We know it, we don’t want to take our time with things.
Slow walkers are a baseball team, the NYC Pariahs
Take them to ball four every and you just sat through an inning on slow-mo.
Smoke billows from the incense like dog fur growing,
The diamonds and four-sided stars putter and cough,
As a swirling gale from five feet away comes to snatch the fur in a circling whirlwind.
It hangs in the air and sticks to the wind like glue,
Giving it a definition I never thought of.
I can be a nice blue sky,
Waking from a dream in twilight.
“I’ve got a cousin that met Bill Murray once
And I’ve got a chip on my shoulder.
Trouble’s gonna come with a disappearing act.”
“Rhythmic Bopping speaks languages
That English and Energy share a stake in.”
“The tectonic plates of our faces will change again, the cascading waves at the top of our pores
Will ring opalescent in shifting beauty obscured by bright eyes.”