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to the void

we fly high
on
rip spin love machines
stolen glance of drunken soul

trailing

children's comet consciousness


architectures of guilt
assume
we owe too much


and any love is love enough

flying frozen infinite for nowhere

anchored by blood
 & poet bones 

dead dog worth nothing but
meat dreams

new is no more
than anyone says

drink your
redemptive snow

put down together

lay with me

play here



I am you and the sky and every plastic landfill ocean

we slide down dreams
kiss fantastical


past 
moon
path leading nowhere

caged we
 sprout

soar soon
echoes of old abyss



too true sings
queen of dead men walking



breezy sentimental


my life is an ode, a hymn.. to revelry.

waves abound
sync in sink out of sing
sounds she
claims her

mothers tell her,
keystone women 

rows home in joy






Smoke  

She wandered into the town of dry tears and strung cheeses
                  Open eyed she sought disaster relief
     Found a fun(d) forgiveness

Worked under limelights in living rooms
stared at the eyes of a girl who knew the wet moon
tried not to fly as she sunk fast


She understood 
Good Days don’t run away

                        The charm of a smile falls fast when 
             She enters a wary ness 
                                   Present practice present plain pining

After nightlong days
Smiling silence


don’t miss 
late 
[staticfuzzimpairsthehearttohear-}

B
Good, 

                b  right?


soul appreciation committee

So I listen to the wind of my heart, you jolly jester takes me where i want to go or does?

 if I am god for I am human and everything but 

do not be a hero 
do not get ahead of yourself 
if you are owning up to potential you will 
accept this and move on 

human yes, as such, as everything in
creation’s divine sparkplug pattern it is 
big and small you are 
human: praise thee o human, great and tiny

Yes at once yes simultaneous yes love yes Yahweh yes Jesus yes Buddha yes
 Atman Hari Krishna Liv Tyler yes yes yes

And only in so far yes as to say that everything is

(Big and small great tiny large awful bi beautiful tripretertastic st. peter's burg delirium-
same same but different, all 
flower petal vaginas and cocksure peckings. 
Yes is in yes is all things. Yes ess a fress yessing yes-ing. sing song of yes)

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