because understanding is always a maybe.
there is no calm way to say goodbye, broken record, pickled pity; probably is a promise of waiting and wishful thinking, the whisk and the egg yolk. tie-died drains, I see we have thought of cloud nine and opened a can of worms all a like, all a like is the buzzing of the downstairs door, muddy baseball kleets and a pot boiling a boy bruised a mothers make-up, and the neighbors song. <3
freewrite the fire
the sizzle of stove tops trains and horns honked time and g-shock lines of glee mock minds that flee stalk girls with weed socks moccasins & scene hop lanyard and key locks house home and cribass bass trebble & ribs lost barbequee sauceeeeeeeee. and hot hip, wing dip game chips, hair flip napkin to lip, glossed up can getit locked up shes witit seen loss shes hid it packed...
Bonnie babes you say you got brains, but why is...
It don’t take a whole day to recognize sunshine– Common (The Light)