But I’ll get it done before I die
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When you’re trying to unlock it all
I saw four, maybe five
lightning bolts, and then
a man walked by with a chair.
He was sure, one hundred percent
sure of what he was doing.
He didn’t sit on the chair.
A ghost did. The ghost explained everything,
and everything was perfectly clear.
Razorblade cocktail
Our potent mix of disgust and desire
Wind
Having seen all that it touched,
I see why they call it withering
Windmill on the A2
Blades on trucks
on the freeway at night
gliding will turn
but never in flight
Candle
I’ll lie
before it a bit.
I need
the comfort of it.
Over the river, through the wood
Death shadows us
This pouring down
Every drop is a way back up
Don’t read this for answers
This problem of not being
who you are will not be
solved here where
the wind will blow you
from the bike
G is for God
G is for God.
G doesn’t
sound at all like God,
but “God” doesn’t sound like God
either. God is the one
cupping her ear not caring.
