Tag: windstrewn
tank’astray
Unlike Roquette vines…
sky-pirates
And to self a thousand times die…
closets and candles
Closets aren’t for wish-you-were-rights…
bambi replayed
I’m just a strum on the nerve…
read me again (01.25.2018): alms for an almanac
The toil and over-turned earth of it, for but a dearth of believable dreams.
count dadula
A batty beast in the bleachers…
on ingalls’ prairie
Stains require a wash…
billie jean
I could hear the cartilage cracking…
and then we were four
Doesn’t matter, and I can’t explain it…
carpe diem
I leave it to the sky…
red jacket
Where there’s smoke, I’ve been…
shame of thrones
Means notwithstanding, I’d do it…
grand marquis
Don’t step on a crack, they all teased…
throwback: 2002: fata morgana
And I come back to it less than more, too-sure of it, still-needing…
mundane cataclysms
I’ve wished, at times, to’ve lost half I’ve chased…
khazad-dûm
My heart’s an ant-farm…
forty winks
When in hell, you gotta do what a hellion does…
wild things
Turned backs are for backwards thinking…
revisitation: dublemma (2017)
an old memory ripping…
shapes in the clouds
A thought-I-saw…
breaking fast
Before the crow, before the dun dust begins to stir…
throwback: lofty guess
Perhaps I’m nothing more…
young money
Hubris always has an opportunity cost…
da Vincian Frame
Four-seconds twice ain’t just a look…
kibo’s dream
New music: Kibo’s Dream
from unstaffed silence
To hold a naked note at your trembling waist…
panhandle scratch
I say look for it better…
sagittarius a*
What pretentious ceremony I make…
home alone
It’s sleep-stealingly unquiet in here.
monkeyshine
Be my spoke-wrench; my monkeyshine; my beautiful, neurotic, stupefying strife…
