I'll be your healthcare proxyI grew geraniums last year and pretty pink ones that climb the side, what are those called, and these purple ones. morning glories. climbing into the gutters grasping at the sky.I'll be your healthcare proxy
she went to the hospital yesterday. we didn't think but lives change in seconds, mostly. inside the sky I felt the wind swell in me and then nothing. not an eye but simply everything fell into place this is where I should be this is who I am
this is who I am going to be. so I took down the porch listened to music and painted. &nb
almost timeblur in time slow hyacinths in pink and purplealmost time
the time is almost here to speak the words that reach into you and tremble and cry
I didn't speak when I was high you watched me as I stood circled and scavenged your tears and the sweetness of wine
you play Satie Gymonpédie number 3. number 3 to make me sad
I remember the picture frames your father hung when you were a child. do you? they were wooden framed, carved, cheery oak and stained. they brought out Alice and the Caterpillar, the fairi
some kind of morningwith the gray panting sky, endless against winter winds and wisps of gray clouds trailing the white onessome kind of morning
and feeling each breath dying inches from my face in tails of flakes and mist embedded in the air surrounding my body
division street and up the yard dangling the wires above circling geese who flock sad winters every part of the day
all the pretty pictures you paint seem half done to others or/beautiful yet endless like colours in your eyes staring at the sun
words escape like prisoners
a crushI see the sky suspended In a sea of flame and shadow An endless, flooding river Ignited in the mista crush
Through damp and weighted trees And piles of brown leaved bushes Tucked away into my heart A bliss
I see you in the sky suspended Among the flame and shadow A ripe and unknown field Before a weighted sky
And through oceans of heather Inside another forest Tucked away, I see your heart Does lie
some kind of rambling
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Rockets through the universe
It fuels the lies and feeds the curse
your a true poet my sweet !
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