carry water

If I think I want to talk to 

you because

I did miss you this 

year. That makes, i can only 

miss god if i 

 

forget I'm right here. Making, 

I don’t want to 

be here now.

 

True you do, have, do,

matter

 

True of your neck, taffy belly (erogatory)

 

     is about the missing skin under my nails.

 

how I wouldn’t but said you

should chop wood and

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ocean honey

ocean honey, broken

my breath.

can't stop smiling as

you're breaking my breath.

For the last eight years 

in and out of my yard.

In the past 3 years in

and out of my yard. Two

weeks ago ocean honey spilled

into my truck and 

into the kitchen

into the hallway

and left last. 

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This River

THE WATER IS ORANGE FLOATING ON A 

LIGHT BLUE AND PRESSED 

THE BRIGHT GREEN ORANGE LEAVES

THE SKY IS A GRAPEFRUIT AND ROYAL

WHERE IT MEETS IS WHAT HAPPENS

WHEN YOU MIX RED AND BLUE AND YELLOW

MY CAMERA CAN'T SHOW YOU WHAT I

SAW WHAT I SAW WAS RED YELLOW

AND BLUE

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not long before the move

we're everything else that makes

tomato soup and happiness

there are three windows in your bedroom

and a towel on your floor

it's green and white all

of your pens are in a mug that

says, "vermont studio center"

I don't care if I can be here

Happiness is tomatoes and

we're everything else

that makes tomato soup

felt a tomato 

touch my toes walking to the kitchen

everything could

felt like a tomato

touched my toes walking to the kitchen

everything could

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When quiet moments like this one

make my head feeler far away

There's not an algorithmimatized way to

find an exciting sensation 

It can be peaceful to be, isn't what we say we agreed to say,

"bored

out of my skull"

Which sounds like a gasp, skull does

I'd think about words that sound like how like

you would say it before you had words.

Skull

you

we

me

I

gross

hair

love

sweet

home

baby

lips

fight

worm. Time has passed. 

sometimes that makes me dreadful to be aware of returning

serene

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