3 weeks
the sky looks around the moon
birds sing crazy and me
into my hand
playing the child's guitar
green, easy
as putting in your bag
our thing about kissing
cracker jack
red hook
black & mild
flags blow, all the parks
are the one I remember
the sun showers correct
and the blue green crop
i'm hopeless
in the bathroom between two songs between
two songs in the bathroom the way
the house works
can't sleep my boobs hurt
fuck hours and their
minutes
how several is so seven
you wanted stories all the time
where its unburned
where the road opens huge earth
and trucks shrink
getting it 7 times
up for driving
the horizon is
one big cloud
kind of pink
with feelings of
when
lemon yellow trash bags
flung
side eyeing the sun it goes
down
I desire the cashier in my
big pants
simple
secret
top
reason as
tone
still,
wanting fractures
mixes with
negative tests
still
wanting
to finish you
u shape
friday night notions
of service, stung
by your priority
your pre k energy
puzzled by jazz
when it's glass
for some reason
a table saw
the same serious songs
for summer I was feeling
all new nikes
a premise that can run all
hourly
no mountains this morning
even wet, cold water
but the way it doesn’t rain
in the arms of a 180
we saw yellow icons on the horizon
in various IOS representation
w respective glitch you ask
did you dream?
every 15 min
this brand of alarm
your arms they’re
long corners u
cave
hotline’s edge
moods surface w walls
(themes) don’t add up
to make anything
sole it's slice like
your stress
while mine’s
loving
our rhythm
on hold
sleep ceaselessly
w the sun
up
missing rungs
I’m pinging you
where
clouds
are painted,
and smoke
circling
that love
again!
so bully,
angel 180
so wish