I'm s o sure that every bit of my life has led up to me with y o u, that we are not merely two beings colliding in the cosmos. It will always be you that I stumble on for, whose words I'm sure could cure even my brokenness, who will always be in control of the t h u m p i n g of my heart. And I am not a s h a m e d of that.
me perhaps you perhaps the trees (and thousands of them(i have seen) and thousands more await each day as grass of us belched of cloven stuff foil'd 'bout the neatness of gravestones)
there is a garden and i have been amongst who the stems of it sleeps girls in their skin awake;
in their skinny awake on unsure knees ushering
boysandgirls
to and fro
toandfro boys and girls
go into each other their lips and out comes the Earth.
sounds slide slowly past palaces pitted against aggressive kings constantly killing cowardly farmers franticly falling towards towers of endless eroding pillars piled with intentions of a sinister nature built only to lead fools to die in a room with no light
You don't talk to me, anymore. The voice in my head, Its gone. My mind, Is a bit emptier. My desires, feel lonelier. My thoughts, They seem larger, With no one to share them with.
Birds are flyin' south for winter. Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north, Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin', Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth. He says, "It's not that I like ice Or freezin' winds and snowy ground. It's just sometimes it's kind of nice To be the only bird in town."