Old weary sightings of two turtle doves
And a partridge in the pear tree.
It’s not quite 5am of movie night
And date with old forever mans went well.
The Omen
Raising Arizona
Then the repeaters for night time blues and way-too-bright early morning afternoons:
Casino
Fight Club
Distant + Weary Stories and many sets
Worked Together.
All out stories could magnify hurt feelings.
And I smell shitty cheap bushfire fuel beer on you and aim not to complain [at least you made it home before 5am. you thought of me.]
Just hold me a little tighter and longer.
The Siberian Eggs
Know you.
And they float to the surface at every dismal touch of whoever their damn daddy is.
If I must Coe, I must Poe on about it.
And in all.my dreary wearisomeness
And herbal infliction of delight and mental resistance to strain of impunity to overcomplicating one’s self.
Oh Benjamin, you have Broken me in Free-Real-Estate lyric of bridge entry chorus rock thing divorced dads’ listen to these days.
I know all of them.
I don’t want to be a Polyamorous Friend.
And I denied it for years even up until This Year.
And the last bout was ace + aromantic-ponderings.
Dirigied in cancer and low-libido dating life and sad young men.
Whittle into conversation you know my alto blues and ehlers-age-in-hues: I’m older than you and you said it in shit dog millermileraminute talk
How dare.
And the guy who dropped me off at your place for the last time, I haven’t gotten off my mind for years.
Buried so deeply to see the young ones stick out that are still a lil older than me in legalities.
Tired of just being freshly-24, and not quite in my mid-20s.
The Cancer and my ailing 67-body blown out of the sky + stardust itself, says otherwise.
And now I hold my pregney belley bc Irishmen be up in there.
Who act like they hate their kids and all Ive grown up and talked to is their kids for my whole life.
Secrete Crate Crete-Mentals trips.
And I remember a lot and more than a few and I’ve written about you.
Jesus, how embarrassing I’m that contradicted.
Disabilities, am I right?
And then I remember watching one of those Morrissey-esquetoimnotsureifitsawannabe?? Stephen King movies. They Always Come Back. The dime piece books back in the day before The Shining Kubrick Edition he hates.
And I watch with a dude that’s obviously lying to me.
Bare.
Apartment.
Mancave.
I’ve seen this.
Lie to Me.
And I gave in many times lying to each other with no confessions nor merits this isn’t the first time we’ve done this.
Rubber Toss 86 ft down.
Walk it.
I’m gonna toss you in the pool.
Transpo + Wooooo there.
This Small World.
I always wonder in all my blindness how long it takes them to go away.
Won’t see you tapping at my window. Your voice sounds like it’s haunting me in screams on the road and the whole group for support and crysrdidons – I can’t see.
I’ve trusted you, and I’m now I’m lacking for thee.
I thought my ex-husband never lived with me the first 6 years.
Cataclysmic Indifference,
And the rays of the sun that caught me crying me many times
And sourjourning from physicality in seneca-selenite moonlight
I don’t trust myself to introduce new.
Entering my mid-20s or Exiting my late-60s.
I’m still fucking early and late.
And then ultimately – imma get taxed young.
Fuck a IED, brain cancer, surgery, and Ehlers.
The Ultimate Combo to Roundabout Love: I’ll find you in every life. [+every age-change.]
Even the ones where the 3 year coma seemed too long.
Alligator Blood
You excite me every time I hear you.
Y’allternative Crooners + Once-Cowboy-Kings.
The Outlaw Shit vs vs.
And the new generations.. have treated me well while the elders and old spied in tenacity and intensity over the years.
Town turned into a dreary night at The Coliseum when I turned 18, . that never ended and I haven’t been lieanszo Roma in awhile now.
Oh my, I’ve done it again..
Switched Pomade and Slickbacks with Motor Oil Hair Grease + Gojo for Shampoo
for.
Heiroglyphic Doodles On of Chino-Celebatory-Shorts (breath(less)able.) and Hidden Hatted Squared-Off Hairlines.
Vietnam changed the game. [we got fly as hell in dress after/during that. coming home.]
And they were raised by 3 generations back.
Our 3 generations back wore suits and gawtdamn whatever I made bc I’m the only girl official wo/ divorce or marriage.
Yours wore..Hoodies. [like the first sighting to wear in film+media of shagged-photographer man of a movie of many regrets.. ash around the air again. We separated. Your life looked odd after.. Much Loyalty in Old Tombs that know what it’s like living in the Borderlands of Hell + Voracia…they wanted to help you.]
Ur welcome.
Fuck ur pioneer piping.
This one’s for a lil outlaw shitscreens in it.
3 years older for sainthood and dandelion wishes to make together in many a dimension
Perspective for decree I’m going to die young and I aimed for 127 to 727 to 27 in age to kick the bucket.
Even numbers and 3 for 3 on 0s always now.
Always shared the trunk space with me if there was no seats or ‘im-supposed-to-be-hiding.’ blankets and later playing on my ds.
sometimes I could swing not remembering to tell anyone to take the portable dvd player.
I’m always charged up on devices before trips or I sense one once I get my orders in confidential ways.
And now I see you lingering in town.
Pond’s on the Face, whipped
Or
New Chance.
You look the same as you did
In 1936.
They didn’t wear overalls,
The Outlaw Shit, I knew.
They knew a seamstress
And even at the most recent 15
I could hem and dawn cotton gin tonds
Too long at the shortest
Cuffed.
Idk what I am now.
Partners? All my Church Unions for Ordainment went out the Window; trashed in
sin and turning one’s back on another.
Small astute affidavits and unofficial love languages.
Study Research. Speak Forever. Podcast it in like if you need to: mention a facet.
Finish the Books.
And your soul chose sequel.
I’ve waited longer and idk what to do with it.
See it or say something. Suppose I’ll be old school about it.
Just a crush, I’ll never see them again.
And now oldwounds are tore open and everyone can be honest now they read my shit
And you mentioned a long time ago and many others even for just public accounts.
And anonymous ones too.
Linger.
Unwrap + Regain
Memory of every bowl and spoon I’ve stirred with and the wires I’ve tripped with red thread and the frequencies I sang in siren song and the boards of op to just catch attention and confirm: it’s you.
You turn around every time before I leave to say goodbye.
So gentle.
Hand on the back of my hip, a whisk every time. [acting embarrassed when I acted-naturally and put my hand in yours to help ease myself out the back car door. revealing myself, gave myself a trigger and you handed it to me.]
And a dance by the register.
How do I tell you
And I’ve heard so much.
Round + round – round + round
I’ve done this so many times now.
And you did the same thing then.
Said I’d haunt you if I ever gave up on you before, I’d have more confidence.[without the body.]
Die with me every time.
And now you’re brand new annd I’m brand new old and youre old brand new. A few ahead of me.
Cant get rid of a carbon copy
And the dates
And print
And whoever did a solid for you.
OutLaw Dialect of Youth:
It ain’t until after the 7th Time you’ve been kidnapped before 10 – you can say it doesn’t phase you. By 57; you’re a capo. By 13, you’ve lived this life before. And 27; you’re still alive??
And that’s How The West Was Won but Never Settled with The East.
Glowmarks + Convenience
For Conventry, Cromwell, and Prighendied.
Why so much Houndstooth?
I got black besides gold too.
Silver coats Gold a lil Longer
Than Sand.
And all the footprints left behind
Hoping lightning cracks the new cases and sconce ideas, well.
Taught you Miliani, way.
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