such a cool kid of the evenings...
where I want you to go
is exactly where I want to be
before headache lost my hat,
despite this is a that.
night of hot hunger,
follow the call.
killer, wake me up.
and this is a story
in which my eyes shut.
so take these thoughts
and put them in your pocket
where the soil
is so much richer.
[art is supposed to be imperfect
like tag teams of owls and trees.]
I think they exit.
put me in your breakfast.