today my hair started to curl in that sinister style,
i thought it was the heavy clouds of rain,
that broke the straight line.
but,
they hissed inside my ears. that I could make
stone breath fresh air.
liar, liar.

my sinful desires undo me, once again.

what else is there to say, just like a deck displayed
out on the cold pathment of my street.

you bring the dawn and make everything
feel so right.
that yellow sun

if your leaning, it will tip you
like a whirwind of power
in a storm.

tossed out and in,
oh where to begin?

this magic never leaves.

as a dreamer, in a particle splits the path of thought,
like mud under my fingernails and crystal shells.
Arkansas is driving me insane
come one come all she's the
fare-st if you fall.

neck burned as a fingerprint, itches sore in trash days,
conspiracies and deputies
looking still more strange.

can determined minds build a staircase of reason?
up to a future, teasing
me out in the open
with your temper words.

yellow basil leaves and obscene art meet the open eyes,
science equations make for bruised paper and
bicycle shadows cream wall,
students make good start.

sitting as a stranger
tap tap
cook makes cornbread
and light
conversation