Gridlocked richable;plateau paired with pineapple. Flavour sprung to the strung out planets. All popped up along the circle horizon. I’ll taste the confetti from the sun, piece together the cheese that falls from the moon. I’ll even drink the wine from a glass.
So quick to push the dead end truth into the neighbours’ garden
to walk the merry go round as it spins
upside down hanging from cloud strings
begging to snap
the seams of clean linen on the line.
oh, you don’t want to go this way, do you?
Grey problematic areas can mean the darkness of it all. Rainbow rams your orange cream smile into tea cups that sparkle salt into raw eyesight. Crayon water, it’s how jellyfish paint at the bottom of the Artic waters.
I got royal in my ships
and cute spiders in my sails.
I don’t need a bucket list
when I have a hundred pails.
How many does it take,
to add water back to sea?
I’m not sinking just yet,
but I think I wanna be.
To hold my head
under water running,
to teach me that to strain against flow
is the watered down epitome
of self destruct.
Well if I was the rainbow dressed in feathers and glue, I’d probably stick up for the gold, and undo a shoe.
It always happens like this, getting the quotes in up for sale. People making money off starting a trail.
I delight in a lot of my own being, but what happens when I realize it’s too little of you-ing and too much of me-ing.
There’s a balance to be kept, to keep the raft afloat, but do I dip too far forward and forget that I have hope?
Don’t mind me, but do. I am the type of person that’ll find your niche and your canoe. I know waves and I know water, teach me your swim and I’ll call you father.
Songs, hawks, sunshine.
It’s bringing me whacky,
on a platter of fine china, the gold
a little tacky.
Sticky to my fingers, as I crack them
over raw eggs, sizzling
in their bubbling form,
threatening to lift off pan
and be magic carpet of yolk and white.
A lot of tea, a lot of water,
get me drunk off being wiser.
Foolish me, how’d I expect
to think I’d ever last with anyone
if myself, I reject.
When you’ve been on hold with a card company for 32 minutes and you go to take a pee and sit on toilet Hello how can i
oh for petes sake
whose pete? why not sam “? or bill?
I just finished making the calls one would do if they bought a plant and walked out to car and put wallet on top of car to insert plant into car and then drive off in car while plant is all chill in the backseat and the wallet is walleting not in my pocket or hands or possession at all.
How goodly human it was of unknown man to drop off at police station and police station man to call me and tell me my wallet had been turned in after being found on the side of the road.
Thanks Sam, or Bill or Pete. If it wasn’t for your sake, my wallet would be kappa zapped gone.
We choose how we love.
Guided, premeditated, on a whim.
Loving is the most fun
Learning how to-
better and stronger.
We love ourselves more,
when we love greater.