22nd August
rolling seas clap Cs rolling applause
a feisty little number strapped into a hotrod Ferrari
we’ve got rotten tomatoes, slow creep NIMBY, slow creep
we’ve got bottomless tomes. rake over the leaves and
shirk any other responsibility. Lakeside resorts
don’t break for stop signs, and rake the leaves.
fatherless tribe of nomadic hippies screams across the desert
looking for burning man
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Largesse. Give me your graciousness. Good grace, and the sounds of the sun blowing through those chiffon. Slow soak in gratitude, the golden syrup descends and warms
Slightly later, some humming vibration pulls our thoughts together. Once we’re done, we’ll lay disconnected from our angles. We’ll be soft curves and cur-cir-carressing slips and nooks. There’s a pillow for your thoughts. There was a dream for my world. Reverse that.
It’s a slide. Your parents lifted you up to place your bum on the summit, and flow yourself finding flashes of the world all the way down.
Losing change as you fly down the street, I think that was the last of them.
Calculate interest on that lot in the gutter.
Let’s explore this together; I think there’s someone down there. Gosh,
it wouldn’t be the first time.