#easygoing
Sipping warmth
looking out from my balcony
The flux-skies
Red geraniums, the full weight
of my soul resting on the earth
Sensual of well-being
my voice strolls and tells
it to a friend, andante
The music that I am
Then at the table
the pencils arranged
I draw in silence
absorbed in it, smiling
at the rainbow fan
of dry paintbrushes
little brush tails, small
penises in my sleight of hand
(easy going)
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 4:18 AM UTC
The clock on the wall is busted
I don't think I'll fix it
What causes the hours to fly?
Maybe our trespass to count it
The clock on the wall is slow
I don't think I'll speed it up
Why am I always so stressed?
It could be I am possessed
The clock on the wall has stopped
I don't think I'll start it
Why can't I not be still?
Perhaps that machinery is my ill
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 9:22 AM UTC