take me in

the spring weekend

smells like it’s snowing somewhere else

.

sleep well okay?

I keep the puppy warm

and those who laugh while they sleep

When I was young the lord died

he denied me blue popsicles

through slow arithmetic

carried my skinny knees

through quiet see

come

leave me

in grasshopper fields

fear not

cream of the beady eyed beasts

killer drank milk nostalgia

too no good coin toss

we,

historical as holy

the young and the

generational belief in organs

speak highly of a funeral among dead ruins

the they say

devotee of bath blood

could tell a tooth from a corpse

and that’s not true

we are closer then ever so remember

chicken dreamer,

your mother’s feet

our meat from the damned

what are you girls up to tonight?

when i look like a 70s porn star and it's hot air and brick wall eyed