torn labels

An intense sleepheadedness
of church ceremonies and
step mothers on jungle islands riding around in flame-painted jeeps-
must have been th chicken & th wine.

                        ( awake
                          in a lake
                          of sky

To be    cloudy
            cold and windy
            clear clear blue
at th speed of birds
as far as an eye
my little corneas hit daffodils.

            gardening / old blue jeans / bright sunchunk of morning
            get up to
            afternoon tents of beer

I will miss you
and yr scathing way.

I am so conscious
right now
of weird guilt issues            /mood

am determined not to be affected by that gene pool )

what th sleep do we know ; heartlock

just know that you are mist                                 and that is all.

# posted by hardyf : 09:53