Future’s Kiss
Splash away the sunset, oh, just let it melt away, drip down the canvas of another passing day. Time is only future’s kiss running sand into the sea Liquid splish…
Cartoon Sky
My breaking day, yolk on a blue plate, sloppy and dripping into highway lines, making its correction on my direction. Trained in bad habits like rabbits, only worse; curse because–fuck…
The Answer Is
I’m experiencing a sadness I’ve never felt before. It’s a distance that I can’t gap if I try. I wonder why. I dance around bushes like a 5-year-old, like the…