late summer palette

check-in

life is mostly fine,
though too often it is being an npc;
some days consist of broken english
and me, feeble chessmaster of nouns -

there unfurl small joys which
butterfly as the rorschach
on the broad fore-head of the tiger;
the a/c purrs currently near the kingdom
of my mattress; when bourbon touches
the mouth, the anemone skin therein swells,
releasing enamored acids

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Sleep Walk

i heard a snippet of this song on the radio and it was so perfect i became obsessed with finding out what it was

many frantic googled variations of "hawaiian steel guitar popular song"

i am glad to report others find the steel guitar "wistful" (though the successful search involved the phrase "prom song" [took under 10 minutes so proud])

fritz you are being witholding again

beatrice daily sun .com

making headlines

oh boy hi

welcome back to the fucked generation

when we last left our protagonist

the tomatoes were yet un-ripe

the locust tree out the bedroom window stood still waving

no-body had swam in the warm salt sea waving

or been stuck in germany twice

to come back and fall in love in perpetuity with the prairie

a sweetness in cider