the desire to recollect

that small nibble of pink is envious

of strains of sadness

I do not know if he will come back

chase is a simple plunge like a lover

when she goes to the river it is to avoid the bridge

haunted hotels full of rice cakes

her eyes now mop the greying

 

dates to the automatic car wash

the first woman to receive the medal of honor in 1865 had

green tomatoes dress her locks of hair

shedding fat feathers from a down smock

into it the street of it brushes her look down a small soi

how escape is a display of

horney clients

 

someone has to put the pieces back together

benefits of war technology and medical care

ethics versus morality

masters the technique of eye trauma

women fighting self-defense and the power of force

I masturbated for two hours today

why would you steal someones clothes

 

in the rain tips of the rain

a foal vest wandered out

the ability of voice in community and the ways in which we are able to come together and be alone

a message from her brother

bevis puts his son to rest in the mount of olympus

you can stand up to legs listening to the oxygen scraping the clouds

diaphanous dimming

 

on the tops of the alps

we stayed in completely hilarious like

tender stick moon light

monarch wing wrists

the stoner gods want to see more food photos

pale stone firm even fingers

she was hugging a stupid furry cat

 

in invention of the wind in solace

two hands put them together

it is not free

and eventually those people with those hands will get pissed off

the problem with people you think are interesting

love notes on the doorstep

a prize for a poem on the battle of the nile

 

inventions of two alone in a room full of picassos tears

love is a constant attribute without any object for my love

love a part of me, always present and always seen by everyone coming near me

Im sad I wish I had gone

the one I havnt seen

fuck selfish pricks

jokes need to be about something

 

the importance of aging in your 20s

is love completely intransitive

when it is real

pink vignettes

the morals dont fit the stories

ethics more than morals

punk fairy tales

how u handle a girl with attitude you kiss her

 

oral literature and the formula

abstraction and instance

the type- token relation in linguistic theory

I have defensive wounds all over my body

and Im bleeding

I cant even use air con in Thailand

 

when the bee crawled from my left to my right waiting . for the bts

( where we got to know each other for a little while

: : allah & her bats

 

my stop little was super sweet                  ( for sitting down too late

 

wanted to make me her pet . 360 kids playing earthquake in the sun

 

: : gelatinous magic playing . earthquake in the sun

 

just as I befriend you     ( I said I love you

a curse a cuss . awash

bring me to you again and again . kiss and again ( a fable of buried kisses

: : full in lilac

 

(diodes

little sad . little okay . kinda confused . things are just beginning to feel strange

he told me I should be an art teacher in germany .when the other offered that he didn’t appreciate gay people I let him know he needed to leave . he lives here . I said that was unfortunate . maybe I should meet his father . maybe I should go to shanghai

why I fell asleep and now I feel very lonely . maybe that’s why I didn’t leave my room . I almost forgot about the sad stuff . how my friend told me I was fake and walked off telling me it was the last time.  I miss s

I almost forgot that last night I had to teach my community about the difference between dildos & vibrators . although strangely paralytic I’m craving tomyum goong . today has been strangely productive

they are using lavender and stories about me to calm her . my horse is dying . I’m just trying to smoke . well fuck that’s not gentle . like when we made out on the balcony in the rain my back to the edge . a storm is coming

funny how reading a story can bring you to tears . I finally played my lighter blew up . last night he made peace into a boat and drew the world over. I felt better when they wanted to come to me . I almost back flipped on one of those concrete pylons . but I did not

rest in peace little fish friend . last-supper cliff-jumpers love the water . finding something new . a highly respected buddha queen . the feeling of missing a really good friend. I should have taken a picture of my favorite island dogs

I can leave the country and come back . the last supper is funny . or rather is . everything will be okay . I’m not missing . one of her best moments of the wedding was when the grandmother complimented her flood grown breasts

compassion is a necessary sometimes pain in the ass  .  oh the beach . best to go for the yolk . it’s very difficult to peel an egg with one hand

we shot the christmas tree into the air and guided it through the air with parachutes

the butterfly landed on my left shoulder

a bud of a rose flower

for the love of paint , says my bladder

you do not have the void for a face                               run backwards it changes all the seasons

figurine wolf words

how to get to the right side of that bridge

if you ever touch her or any other child ::

 

I will fucking kill you

collecting shells, rocks, bits of the shoulds of earth rocked into a feather, wild raspberries, tips of stained fingers black with roots

gourmet paths of skin of pearls that skin the mind into a hunter of dreams and life

a tracer of pearls

sweet love

 

my mother also almost had three children. her first was her aborted fourth

bright culled balls of yarn . presents written and wrapped in newspaper yarn

I wrote a song . an alarming ocher cure

we are having that fun when you feel that at any moment you could be punched

in the mouth

fond of the phrase silly cunt & silly retard

:: hold them close to my chest when I was stoned at school

 

we didnt fight . we smoked and chilled and healed with a sort of mellow speed

he let me know if was okay to let it go

they trade their words

comy nests of braids

I am quite fond of the world brainchild

I wanna go to a beach

 

he trimmed and peared the tree into a penis

north korea really needs to chill the fuck out about the world ending

really hope the fridge thing works itself

damn they are adorable

kitchen skin in plastic          cups

(dehydrates bits of the sea

 

a little closer to birds :             in the shape of hands

type dust for the palms to eat

 

those red thongs keep a person

attempt acrobat tricks

 

the shape alters the chronology / learns each chemistry for the first time in jungle-ride-sunset crisps

 

I think that I see satan somewhere down there

love potions need to read

 

if your neck against mine closes to an orange beach

place accordion bagpipe keys                  in my hair

the storm his dreams               hold light curfew piercings

the lids line

lashes      hold notes in your lashes

 

well I thought it said six ways to boost top funerals using a display

 

: lovers lay younger : you cant fake a horse : cat menstruation is far more interesting than test day : every tattoo shop should have a canine worker : is it true I wonder that germans have a hard time saying squirrel

 

( I got a tattoo of an f hole behind my left ear on friday the thirteenth .

( there is only one person in the world with my name

( break it off

( an adorable art shop . has the most

 

in actuality , I got my fiddle tattoo on a full moon of honey

she wanted to consider him a person , a man ; she wanted to take …

quality of the relationship between personality :

oxygen sometimes a colored glare / in valleys I had a hard time driving the car

cigarettes talking to each other about life / laying in the weeds . I returned

her phone

sitting on a sled outside the car on a sled

 

storm . we watched videos of her sister

running around being fierce

later laying on their backs smoking

it was in the middle of a snow

 

lovers eyes

loverseyes

lover se yes

love her say yes

 

dreams of shooting stars and raw partners

learning laundry & blue rooms

 

lovers eyes

loverseyes

lover se yes

love her say yes

 

& they love me

I love them

thunderstorms starlings

the tough of soft

suntans never fails

she plays with I like an acid trip fucking my tuktuk driver

they collaborate and communicate three pillows and a shirt

practice three pillows and a shirt

someone safe

 

I am currently mother teacher believer , wives

of major

generals , some that wish

only to marry when they turn music into trust

 

I did not know that he loved

how our bodies

stop

to surprise me with think tanks

the color of green things

 

color dried mango & cotton candy

boredom

 

actually it was like a kind nightmare . a page from a book of my poems . but it was calmer . change

a centaur eating unbearable brownies

crazy dream though .

you love my crazy & my chill . sassy pimp mushroom hit

 

ocean body graphs climate change and chorus

everyone is friggin giggly as all hell today . it’s wonderful

it’s both

it was also the fucking

 

she told me she knew I was a romantic by the way I dress and the way I speak

I love teaching

hotty pink workshopping days

it’s a pink day

 

I need a cigarette

& snuggling

giggling

music

all those silly retards

 

he looked great . I am not the past

holla to ya hey

I listened to myself learning music

lost I was late , I paid him in full he shook my hand .