“Why is it that a bucket of water soon becomes putrid, but frozen remains sweet forever? It is commonly said…
Contents: must of ticket stubshanded from hand to hand tohand, pencil shavings, hastytravel agglomerate. Pills.Human mast, machines.
The point where the sea meets the sky.That’s where i’ll be waiting for youWhen you’ll come at the seaLooking for my eyes in the endless blue.
A cold walk.
You were the best at reminding methat life is trash bags suspended over old tires,waiting for things to go (Roman exuberance).
Cable TV, the internet:this was the sanctuary to which I fled.A kind of test lab forthe comparison instinct.
The light of the moon dances in her eyes.
To me you’d make the best stenciled graffiti patternin a nearly exclusive alley, seen by 10 people a year.I’ll get the cardboard as soon as I can flatteryou with a refrigerator box, smiling from ear to ear.
drawn faces -numb mindssight forced -dim lightsthe drops stopped -pipes dryas dreary raintrickled down the window pane…
You’redreaming upa magic incantation that compels us to go to war.
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