This is a night when thunder echoes my thoughts.
The air and the sky and the corners of my mouth
are heavy, pulling me inward. Dirt.
Wednesday witches tattered fly South
toward certain disinterest.
If you saw, in a different way, a termite eating sand
-paper sandings from a concrete floor underground,
you might tell your own story,
for as anyone knows, there are more
atoms
in a grain of dust
than in all the love in all the world. Resound!
Well-Received Honesty is a Rarity
Her legs are delicious so she gives free samples.
Don't you wish you could afford them?
Don't you desire and adore them?
Hardly untouchable, she's completely unreachable.
Sky Captain understandably inevitably crashes.
Heroes and dogs are a complementary mix,
so let's continue to be friends;
another's means may be my ends.
In doubtful places, we all are teachable.
Bright eyes
sympathize
from the outside
in.
My heart
opens down,
feeling others'
sin.
Would it be
so strange
to win?
(Bury my ashes.)
This Summer I'll Probably
yes, it's summertime
i know, i'm way behind
you don't need to remind me.
wind chimes
tan-lines
in a day or so
i'm almost ready.
