lighting cigarettes off the stove and thinking about how charming we are watching old television and nevermind the seat cushions. And all of this tatt..
My eyelashes beat onmy legs bend out and I have no road and I'mbarefoot in the snowI find my shoulders to fold in they come closer to metap my fingers..
and everynight as mind arrivesalways late and never on timeseeking words that I could findto call my own, on homeand tomorrow I'll whistle our songwhi..
A midnight yawns in terror for the youth, and float on words, we can't eat on nouns, but on powders, like passion, like dust it all seems. There is a ..