taking the stories I've collected
and turning them into songs
with the intention of
selling them as NFTs
to pay for my future flowers.
holding breath,
wanting to be delivered
differently to doorsteps
where placemats substitute
for doormats, and
it's all illegal love.
I don't want to know new names,
unrepentant in footsteps
out of the hollow here
and into thick there
to simply take a listen
to better business than before.