"put all the cash in the bag
and pass it to me all slow-like"

Camille Claudel


this was in my notepad.
for some reason.
just as much of one of
my usual as any of the usual
though, so...

you deserve more.

I deserve what I have;
im boarding up my
windows and doors.

subservient to past
patterns of repeating patterns
of repeating patterns.

cats, birds; bloodbath.

got to learn to say
"**** that".

you deserve more.

cauterized wounds,
authors of bright moons
dying at dusk,
the music of the wind
through willow trees,
too much *****;
I think my flaws were
paw prints in fresh snow
on paths I lost long ago.
let go, idiot.
nothing of this comes
from minutes spent wisely.

well maybe not all of it.

sun will be up in
less than 4 hours
and I'm still reeling
from how beautiful
her lips looked
from the passenger seat
I watched her talk from.

that was hours ago.

perspectives blur.
please,
blur.

I got lost with the lotus eaters
for a while and I'm real
******* sorry about
missing all of those
moments I could have
taken for granted.

I don't take anything
for granted anymore.

not a thing.
have I said I love you today?