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

tether cuts

Faint of all hearts,
                              At a time left meandering,
In the dull light of
                              Home Hope of Now Even
Now leaving grass
                              Under snow eaten by deer

Dying,

knowing
Every possibility

great ghost

Clasp-locket pick-pocket
Days waste gone now
To sing now: these
Are the days
while thin-
king
those were
The days

in charge of radishes

Click tick tap
Never-gap
No rewind needed
No grief relief season
To know no other way but
To go-go-go