Let the sounds in — all of them!
Have them ramble around, bouncing off the humidity-coated walls
See which ones bust through stop signs and find rhythm with bird songs
Find which ones look like quiet conviction and calls to action
Then mull about together, dialogue, and make sense of this world with them
Create order from disorder and call it good again
At the end of the day, we must
We sit, as a cat
In this window, affected
Uncontrollably
For me
Whether it be storied and short
Or miles long
Sweet sweat
At twilight time
When the day’s taken all it can
Yet, I’ve much, much more to give
To me
I’ll arrive on rain
That I’ll sooner quench your pain
As a love letter
It has been raining irreverently for 36 hours and it has no plans to end soon
It’ll be morning again before it thinks to knock it off but at least during this time realization poured too from the sky unto me long enough to stop or at least slow down my use of expletives
For how long we’ll see
I stand drenched in the new-found understanding that you never had the balls to tell me that I didn’t understand you yet you could tell me that she understands you and this confuses me
Let’s not talk about that I haven’t been able to breathe since August and I have fallen in love with the thought of bridges with knives with scrubbing my kitchen floor using my tears with metaphors to protect me and others from the truth that I don’t see the fucking point anymore
Whoops
Changing the subject clearly she’s empowered you
A thought that makes me happy for you
And for your new-found balls
I left my lover girl, that busty girl, in Some Grand Place
Got on a plane and just left her there
Smiling, she, chasing me
A happy fool, out of breath, certain she’d succeed eventually
Waiting came, then
Watching
Her eyes half covered, like we were playing hide and seek and it was getting dark
Peeking
She didn’t want to lose me in the misty twilight
She didn’t lose me in the misty twilight
She didn’t lose me
She didn’t
I am amazing
In hunter green sheath
I’d planned last summer
For New Year’s Eve
Silk against skin
Cut to the thigh
Your demure firework
Heels on high
Champagne celebration
It was to have been
We’d teach eachother
We’d dance again
Inky ring-fingers
Hilltop house near a glen
Belonging to each other
Forever by then
You should turn on your headlights and come drive ’round here
Get here fast, then cruise real slow
For this pavement may not be ready yet for such a soulful soul
Such intention and growl, bold and sweet, has long been absent from this street
May spinning wheels find linear track
Have a song playing loud in your heart, so the whole neighborhood knows
Your intentions
Whatever they may be
I’ve no wants or words of wisdom there, and you’ll do what you want, anyway
As you should, but I will say
You should turn on your headlights and come drive ’round here
Summon the angels
Become as lightning
Cast a spell
Befriend the sulphur
Prepare for battle
Fall in love
Give your all
One thousand percent
The usefulness of tears
Like goodtime words
During midnight promises
Overrated, I promise
Necessary, nonetheless
When human tendency
Atom energy
And Universe certainty
Collide
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