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I watched your hands
she does not come from memory
a half burnt smoke
waulking wounded
after brushing smooth
in my world
lying here
snow catches wind
inside
luscious lollipops
the lies
how have I built?
I haven't firmed
things in passing
the cops are upset.
roll around
I have the same life
she is calm
initiated by a wish
I return to the fountain
I can walk farther
I have seen happiness lose
I play in the streets
in bed at night
come in my lounge
did you like my eyes
my life is too real
last night
devotion is not a habit
a parent
Funk is pain
leaving a week long trip
does art imitate life?
mattie
I finally threw our picture away
I feel like an old doctor
her nails on my side.
I will take my muse's advice
the formal business words
the lawn sprinkler
deferred life plan
I share courage
Honey Bear
she held a small finch
not stopping
I don't eat well
a flight of stairs to 3am
my fingers are cut up
as a man
be careful what you pretend to be
the cat finds life
why are you so afraid
sniffin glue
today i began the summer
times i feel
I spent most of the night
I am a lover
phantasmal fluff
I'm leaving Sacramento
adorable face
the sun rose
i cooked

 

 

I feel like a old doctor
with two scalpels
and no light,
a rig jockey
running over extras
for case of time.

Bleed california
stash your lord boards,
draft letters,
pictures and photos with music,
tv and I forget how to write
sucking one liners and mish mash,
soon
the last bits of life will run from your shell.