equum spem
Save Destiny, but She was with you already…
Save Destiny, but She was with you already…
For the hidden key-to-start an almost-empty car…
Fraught o’er what you didn’t-did…
My breath catches on a line at times…
A flirt-with-leaf and worthless woo…
Music: On Jovian Clouds
Tears run the gully-of-straight-forty-scowl…
Unlike Roquette vines…
Closets aren’t for wish-you-were-rights…
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…
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…