Present

God

stuffed animal

The Bar That Never Ends

Whoopi Goldberg

Make haste tomorrow, if it comes

Warm ears
Full of song

Death Is Real

Now Is Forever

date

Call left call unknown
You must've found a friend,
We must've answered wrong,
Or, something.

Watching you sitting across my phone,
Hold on, hold out our hand out held free

Where you go, what I do, still, Still:

Nice lamp

start

Good,
You know,
I never did
Plan.

Good, for
Listening,
Sight.

Fast slow

Time has come

Known going

Right, this

Time

mud

Heal am I heal
A heal heal a heal
Satisfied not seen

finger cheek

It is not me
Immediately
Leaving power

Like some should

stop book

Clear crisp fits of figured out forms of a day
Laid down. Known

Rolling wind but blown

Dog forgotten in cityscapes
Moist leaves out of doors clasped knobs

Uh yep

To frown felt grown toward need be gone wrong
Right up until that little point that quivers,
That one close at hand,
Me,
I know it is better than the off choice of grafting

harmonics

The waste want never left cold right
Known never known never home together
Leaving waste want never gone clip clasp grasp
Of O of where we land, landing triumphant loss forgot

Living Inn

Between smiling
And laughing

any reason

to stay up late

To wake up late

doing the want to dissolve dance

drop the song

Lay out the warmth of body on bed

Gone

I've grown

To know

Easy Recipe

I have a lot

Of friends

I don't know

There is no music for this mood

Is it too late

Have I
Will I
Do it

I want
To go
Until
I stop

just like you need my hands

A spring
Pulled
Back

Show up

Bring sleep

Ate

Real Able

Given You

I am comforted
By the fact that
  My comfort is
Being designed
By good minds
to make me as
 comfortable
as possible

time

The
Reverse
Order
Visit