cdlviii. hey, little bird

not that the poem has to make sense. not at all. god forbid. mercy. i love weird. it just has to work as a whole. please.

cdlv. after a walk

cut down by the sky. between shapes, moving toward the serpent and crystal-craving shapes. i’ll let my hair grow. maybe.

cdxliii. a sharp intake of breath

just breathe.

ccclvi. i’m tired

i’m tierd, im tird, im’ realy relly tirde.

cccl. what goes behind

n/a.

cccxxiii. this is killing me

a husband. a wife. a lover. a robot. a zombie. a monster. a cheater. another.

cclxxxviii. when?

howaboutapril? howaboutforever?

cclvii. -ire

desire. fire. sire. ire. tire. mire. expire. from the rhymes that have no minds inherent. incoherent.

ccliii. breach connections

from mind to mouth, from heart to mouth, from blood to mouth.

cclii. might break as a layer of skin

well and everything was yeah put back together then like before but better than uhm that.