wordlings:

juice commander shalking
senitent saving
the vague ecology of this timeless orgy
splays crazy

charm in the back of the limousine
in the back of the milousine
retelling sleep

anybody anything
the Great Anything

hellhouse limousine
splays ecology
juice commander slating
crazy in the…

conventionals:

The dirt underneath my fingernails grew a forest

You thought me simple and held my hand

Said, there is nothing there.

The blue sky brought me blues

But you didn’t know

If I had decided to close my eyes tight

you would perish.

I wonder if this is what Atlas feels

A world on his shoulders.

garnetportrait:

i walked back slow from my late shift at work
on these wide regency streets
the piano music in my ears had hold of me like your arms underneath our bedsheets
and it made me think
of another us
way back 150 years
and i thought of how much i love you now
and how it added a glow to my nights sky
i wonder if a future me & you
held like glue
will look up at the stars
and know why

carlosdegois:

Here the train comes, whisperin’ your ears,
whistling far behind, awakening you at night.
Constrained to its rails although he does not abide,
heading to dark factories through tunnels of alike blindling lights,
anywhere you never would, if you controlled your lies.

There the invisible trains…