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