a series of thoughts and drafts and lives, for what it is is figuring out what it is

Category: Phone Quickies

Delinquency of Heat

the sun will hurt your eyes
turn, blink, taste ruin
collect your boxes full
dump out the inscenced prayers
and dance wisely your years
see if the grass listens to the taps
to your taps played for the death
of your insides leaving nothing
turn, blink, breathe intimacy

leave with nothing.



you whistle me softly
mouth shaped your round way
the humms are vibrations forming ohs
and I do and I do forget the sound soft
I do forget the humms
I do

this is the way mythology is built
round and resonant