| some time ago i was swept up by a great windy gust, sand & papered,
i stand rocklessreckless over ocean waves of grass, hiding those tiny birds you paint with your mind.
i wept, if only down my spine. (inside broken little cathedrals-- weeds of snapping memories grow under bright stars/ those withering farther from the sun.)
waiting, i believe, for the arrival of an unknown houseguest- perhaps soon to be determined in the crackling light of fire.
i thought, maybe once or twice. the raining trees devoid of nostalgia for the first time.
when the music made sense- this is where i have tried to fasten my mind tight to the map.
(strings)
either way i'm not swimming.
across the bar a man said nothing & i knew where his footprints had lead. leaden feet. silence.
automated answering machine- static &
---connections---
& static connections with the
hilltops.
once i was flying but i never really left the ground.
once i was flying but i never really left the ground.
once i was flying but i never really left the ground.
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& i'm the new chicken clucking open hearts & ears
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crushed all the pretty things,
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i breathe in the sharp, wintry air.
fell down the stairs,,,,,
there are always better things to do.
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| i like to see aimee naked.
i like to take pictures of me naked.
& aimee too.
if she would let me..... |
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