the sky looks around the moon
birds sing crazy and me
into my hand
playing the child's guitar
green, easy
as putting in your bag
our thing
about kissing
cracker jack
red hook
black & mild
flags blow
all the parks are the one
I remember
the sun showers correct
and the blue green crop
i'm hopeless
in the bathroom between two songs between
two songs in the bathroom the way
the house works
can't sleep my boobs hurt
fuck hours and their minutes
how several is so seven
you wanted stories all the time
where its unburned
where the road opens huge earth
grows and trucks shrink
the horizon is one big cloud
since LA kind of pink with
feelings of when
lemon yellow trash bags
flung
one moment in the clearing
towards language/side
eyeing the sun it goes
down
I desire the cashier in my
big pants
simple
secret
top
reason as
tone
still, wanting fractures
mixing sex with
negative tests
still wanting to finish you
