Spoiler Alert / I lived
Someone could have done the work / Without the drunken storm.
i treat the stalker like the stalker does not exist
Many are the afflictions / of the buck
each finger / a child with too many eyes
Good evening stillness, do I worry too much or you not enough?
I listen to poetic impulse with the parenthesis and brackets.
Your portrait this wet sound
Courage is Light and Heat OH Yes
Here we will chew the very fabric / Of red white and blue until / It reflects our image
Impression without reason = pixels.
to live my / life inside / this walnut
Imagine every day I wake up I am happy that I woke up.
Sorting out your endless identities / Jesus, your identities
We are going to the post office and buying forever stamps / and placing them on our lips.
lifeboats / are falling asleep
my daydreams became a foretaste / and a first delight
The photograph is of her, heavily pregnant in the front seat of a U-haul
Many low and soft amplitudes / Make up the parts of things that people wonder about
am I complete / or incomplete / at times I forget
There is more to the story but not here.