god is silent, searching for light...
mighty night of piss,
and another day flies into a wall and dies.
bird-watching a beautiful brawl,
scoundrels with scissors and arrows.
erudition,
I am canoeing.
and hearing your happy voice,
closing out radiation,
big tips,
like screaming fingers
and the holy horizon
waiting to be inevitably let go.
for institutional cider use only,
going to the goddamn beach tomorrow,
fuck yesterday.
fuck all the songs that make me think of you.
is today Sunday or Monday?
just leave and breathe in leaves.
leave me alone in Kansas music.
I wish you still found me interesting.
walking in my world, nonetheless.
I absolutely hate getting my hopes up.
darn dank darkness comes on in moments.
like going to a movie in the light of the afternoon.
and then exiting when it is night.
and feeling weird about it all with the Abby.
bring whiskey to work.
god didn't mean for me to be a fucking idiot.
the skin off my left thumb.
the energy off falling, failing rain.
smoking cigarettes from Spain.
is this a ferris wheel euphemism?
just take whiskey and life good.
I had nothing to do so I went to Arizona.
at least I wasn't born with antlers.