Spawn of fantasies Sitting the appraisable Pig Cupid his rosy snout Rooting erotic garbage “Once upon a time” Pulls a weed white star-topped Among wild oats sown in mucous membrane I would an eye in a Bengal light Eternity in a sky-rocket Constellations in an ocean Whose rivers run no fresher Than a trickle of saliva
There are suspect places
I must live in my lantern Trimming subliminal flicker Virginal to the bellows Of experience Colored glass.
this key that unlocks any door is no use to me these shadows made of light are invisible to my eyes and why does asphalt and rubber sound like drawn out sighs i am superficial never get any deeper than the surface of things callings unheard readings not meant for me but I’m so plastic anything applies with everything true no second chance any plan b is now an a a coin flip away from judgment
centered in presence, grounded in body, in process in practice finding freedom to play in the moment find purity compassion imagination the trick is not more speed but releasing the brakes feeling this moment right here because why not? take your shoes off wiggle your toes tickle someone you love
you may have noticed there are not 5 bears anywhere on that fake graphic. I don’t know what happened to them, they were there a minute ago…