bookworm557

We’re all wasted anyway.

Lick the gashes, O my
Neosporin tongue,
Blades attached.

I didn’t even know
That you existed in this world.
I was standing
In the coffee line, and you!
You had the nerve to saunter up
And “Hey!” at me. I “…”’d
Back. It was very articulate,
…

no glass pass glance, no
rearview mirrors allowed.

Shall we bend up, awake?
The sea bows down to greet us,
The sun to the west.

We gather coal from the
Seaweed, beg it from the colored
Fish. They are gracious to the

Two-legged. Cran…

A girl
dressed in socks
and a rainbow

We lived flowers and mud
In hut-houses with rocking chairs
Indulgent grandmothers and men
who turned their heads;

They had more important things
They had jail and politics.

We lived i…

Skies are far and trees drink beer.

“The grocery list is on the fridge!”

Yeah. Okay. Two days into getting a driver’s license and I’m already the food supplier or whatever the hell it is.
Apples. Ew. Who eats apples in …

The girl sitting next to him was laughing so hard that her drink was slopping over onto both of their laps. She didn’t even notice. He was annoyed. The glass tipped in her hand for t…

green eyes make joy to ever burn

Madness is what it’s all about.

I pause
To let winter
In

She wandered off into the darkness that night.

She wanted to have innocent little girls who lived in candy-coated worlds

She wandered off into the darkness that night.

The waves come crashing back and in again.

Sometimes the wind does not command the way,
Sometimes the time just tells the Earth “grow cold”.

I saw, in my
neighbor’s garden:
the high tree,
the red apple.

the bottle of mile is the meaning of life