have a new aquatic friend, has the audacity to breath beneath water. all day in front of me.
i love you small pal, i love that nobody besides us now knows your existing, here, and we go on living. together in our burning wick low lit hovel. there is irony in our open low, there it see, i couldn’t be any happier.
won’t say ‘if i tried.’
Not entirely sure, unable to honestly speak (pretty sure) but curious is the certainty in the possibility of what was said. with me on top, wander a lot.
its has been bedtime for some time.
time to recite nimble as hard nipples.
a pack is assembling by way of gravition, by way of ilegible emotional translations; by way of sensation fixations; by way of physical existence; by way of erotic yearning; by way of postal segregation; by way of survival tactics and raw tundra seeking gained from the observation of cats. takes our trades to the trails, tolerating allergic reactions to ingredients disaproved by health national to make mousse to fill pastries, residing in mini carbon plantations and selling heroin on the side, conducting atmospheres for sitting, waiting, craving, turning fruits to syrup. associating ourselves with canned goods donated, creatures and greens and fluids we’ve grown and harvested ourselves.
do you choose to have life or do you choose to live the one your given.
only does slim woman.
had a dream that some one was trying to cut down your favourite tree. But i climbed it.
the digging will end soon.
you dont look like a recruit from the rubber palace.
you got that fucking blade hanging low eh bud.
your parents fucked up, they should have called you velvet.
velvet met suede.
i digg em’ up and they put themselves back.
i took your next girlfriend to prom in a blueberry blue bonnet.
aint nothing like a roll in the hay with your cousin.
one generation and they’d forgotten all that they knew, how to survive in the desert.
”i woke up and the entire postal service album was over and the water was cold”
leak out, dried up crust
of a thumb nail i’d lost when i fell down
and your so swollen now
you may never look down
because you cant see past
the throb for now
and for now
is typically long enough to last a lifetime.
why cant babies grow, inside of me?
why do you look sad,
when i tell you i am glad.
We are both so young.
