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 will take my muse's advice
and use my tricks
so she will fell the right way.
These words should cut her
like hacks from her oak spine.
I will fell her into my soft bed.
And she will experience the most exquisite pain.
When she rips the strings I use to hold her,
the pain shoots of spikes rack her being.
All foreign.
All beautiful,
where certain words are never hard to say,
are never hard to type
are never hard to write,
they all come out as beautiful as the last.