I get tricked by communication more times than I like to admit.
making sounds is not enough
all send words of war or peace
foundations of war or peace
into her cavernous gullet everything goes.
the closer we get to “getting it”, the more there is to “get”.
’tis as I feared, we’ve entered zone called “friends”;in search of different – more – though this is fun.while something … More
you could wake up to way worse.
so much work yet to be done.
a drive-by earthrise in dashiki and love beads
flesh-stripped scaffolding sharply buttress a new kind of body.
I see some imitation here
a lone voice asking its questions innocently, plaintively, into the void.
If we’re gonna hang, you gotta hang with me – vocabulary and all.
oxygen ~ without it – dead in minutes.
Alas, the dream of freedom fades ~ You scoff and think I overstate.
Midweek is now here
The thing most true was never true for me / until one day it dawned and ended night.