bambi replayed
I’m just a strum on the nerve…
I’m just a strum on the nerve…
The toil and over-turned earth of it, for but a dearth of believable dreams.
A batty beast in the bleachers…
Stains require a wash…
I could hear the cartilage cracking…
Doesn’t matter, and I can’t explain it…
I leave it to the sky…
Where there’s smoke, I’ve been…
Means notwithstanding, I’d do it…
Don’t step on a crack, they all teased…
And I come back to it less than more, too-sure of it, still-needing…
I’ve wished, at times, to’ve lost half I’ve chased…
My heart’s an ant-farm…
When in hell, you gotta do what a hellion does…
Turned backs are for backwards thinking…
an old memory ripping…
A thought-I-saw…
Before the crow, before the dun dust begins to stir…
Perhaps I’m nothing more…
Hubris always has an opportunity cost…
Four-seconds twice ain’t just a look…
New music: Kibo’s Dream
To hold a naked note at your trembling waist…
I say look for it better…
What pretentious ceremony I make…
It’s sleep-stealingly unquiet in here.
Be my spoke-wrench; my monkeyshine; my beautiful, neurotic, stupefying strife…
For those who enjoy meditative piano…
Dismissed for impatient wishes…
If even fruit-looped and burnt-toast then…
A feeble redemption of Dickinson.
More-than-us flows…