funkcat.com - part plot, part not plot
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
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 have seen happiness lose to a smile,
joy ignored to keep things painless.
The dead, now louder than the living
have 900 numbers, TV shows, Web Sites.
Even as you appear to sleep,
I see your one open eye.
See the great chasm of tricks has always been fixed.
Join the living
go on, easy as breathing
overflowing joy.