(2013)
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
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