Thursday, April 27, 2017

New Orleans

some people are vessels for multiplicity
while others have edges more bound,
insides more like solid rubber

here where people paint their porch ceilings
blue, a heavy fruit tree
water damage

I can zone out on something imperfect
but sometimes I get the feeling
my brain is turning into one flavor of mush

tears fill my face in a balloon way
and so I breathe instead of cry

a few warm days of winter make a year a bag

something was new,
an exception to the rule

account for your baseline because
the rest is random
icing, nothing