I Like Swamps Too.
Bitchyness x Butt / (Vanilla + Grins) = | orange under a freeway overpass |
Somebody put seaweed all over my head and sing me to sleep.
I'll have salt water in my mouth and blankets on my body.
Caterpillars of the desert brought some kind of far-off jungle sunrise smell, as if they'd been somewhere else, or as if the desert were the other place.
Raptor encounters the closed gate to the marsh land. It is made of concrete and steel and once held up tens of thousands of different masquerades of herd animals. But it means nothing in the air; raptor flies over.
Man baptizes something precious to him in the shallow water on the threshold. It is small to him, because it fits in his hands. He can see the algae-covered concrete rubble of the parmarsh floor and the dusk-lighted reflection of a wingything at the same time.
Maybe one of them has flown there and the other has been stone before now. Maybe it is not obvious which is which.
But raptor flies for hours until tiredness is not a sensation anymore, but a function, and if it were to fall forward into the dream, it would have no need of tiredness, and leave it to its body.
Wish for the whole and mean it.
Somebody put seaweed all over my head and sing me to sleep.
I'll have salt water in my mouth and blankets on my body.
Caterpillars of the desert brought some kind of far-off jungle sunrise smell, as if they'd been somewhere else, or as if the desert were the other place.
Raptor encounters the closed gate to the marsh land. It is made of concrete and steel and once held up tens of thousands of different masquerades of herd animals. But it means nothing in the air; raptor flies over.
Man baptizes something precious to him in the shallow water on the threshold. It is small to him, because it fits in his hands. He can see the algae-covered concrete rubble of the parmarsh floor and the dusk-lighted reflection of a wingything at the same time.
Maybe one of them has flown there and the other has been stone before now. Maybe it is not obvious which is which.
But raptor flies for hours until tiredness is not a sensation anymore, but a function, and if it were to fall forward into the dream, it would have no need of tiredness, and leave it to its body.
Wish for the whole and mean it.