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Greenie Jun 29
Delicate now, I lay my bones out one by one. The first is found to contain a colony of bees. Another is home to a sparrow which comes and goes through a hole pecked 1.5 inches in diameter. A third has fully succumbed to dust and is held in a cloud-shaped jar which fluctuates in ways of shape, as is the habit of cloud-like entities.

When time has come to dissect my skull, I call out one last entreaty of the physical world: a dinner invitation. Serving out a platter of ****** features, I cease to exist.
Greenie Nov 2020
I want to go back to my roots,
to playgrounds and sunsets, soft grasses.
To silky skin, where winds blew
pink and unfamiliar. To before.
Greenie Jan 2020
i look for you on city sidewalks, fourth floors, and various astral planes - you
aren't one to make yourself known but
leave clues like
                               1.    leaves in the autumn wind
                               2.    period novels
                               3.    the occasional lottery number
Greenie Nov 2019
(I mean it this time)

We could
fly to the moon or

have kids.
Greenie Aug 2019
Brackish thing,
with waves for eyes,
winks steely blue under
moonlight, manlight.
Greenie Apr 2019
Watch me diss a p
pe a  r     s
     o eas

li ke  s
     tr a nger
         sto a   ju ng
*praise be to Bradbury
Greenie Apr 2019
I’m all in, all ears
(You skip a beat)


As gull lifts from land, I will leave you to find kinder winds, subtler seas
-The earth has received my dues and thus sceneries come to pass.-
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