SideYard

water fell asleep in a perfect fire.

Hate hates the word hate.
Love loves it,
because it is something Love can always find.

Impossoble is not a town.

I have arms and choices.
the doorstep is two steps,
away,
technically.

we are underneath confessions
and above light bulbs.

secrets are classic, camouflaged.

confess;
this is what the schooling
is for,
if four
years.
top twenty favorite bands,
five way tie
for first.
all time. 

we are all time. 

this place is whistle lucky,
left.
just put your circuits
in the sea.