maybe I'm a fuck boy
unfounded
if I was younger
been reduced
learning how to be lonely
in a relationship ship with
lift it
would I know
is it cancelled?
Hello,
Hell no
Where are you?
Not one to kiss and tell
Or hate on mother nature
He Have me in a place where
We can be slaves together
Or cut the chains and race forever
Patch the wounds, grass cut like razor
Fill the void, this has no flavor
Salt the beaches, cross the river
Alligators nesting, turtles swimming
I wonder if Saturn or Jupiter are waiting
Songs in space rocks clashing
Ash and oil lay in waking
All that is amoungst us
Covering, changing
Pulling, letting
Burning
Buried
BuhBye
Sulking
Silk spun from the suffering
Spatial relations within my own heart
Since or sense by which forms measurements
Tightly wrapped in lose ends
No greater lesson than where focus lives
I dust off my human form for another
Waiting and wasting in time between
As they fall
Spirit dormant under hardened flow
Root mass as an urn of spring
Waiting for winter to expand
Retreat to return
Sun draws to mornings dew
Sweetness pulled to limb
Yet to bloom to fruition
Basking before each dusk
Oh to have veins unfold
To hold just long enough
To crumble into mud