traveling
the radio mind is loud tonight, and soulful guiding my steps through twilit streets drunk on datura and roses, i nearly trip over a raccoon, who doesn’t appear to mind
the radio mind is loud tonight, and soulful guiding my steps through twilit streets drunk on datura and roses, i nearly trip over a raccoon, who doesn’t appear to mind
the tea! the web of musical relationships! the sleepless night before, digesting the vastness of cruelty! you needn’t have shared these with me to know how the heart can pound!
all my kindest thoughts i learned from kindness no bully beat them into me deprive a man of love (there’s a good reason?) and what would one expect?
the moon that fills my eyes: that’s only the beginning it pulls on, warms and quickens all my water. curious optimism. like a breast, a faithful home for thirst
neighborhood phrasebook: “punk-ass” “yo’ mama’s a ho’” “whattya lookin’ at, bitch” “whatta you walkin’ away fo’, bitch” “you a stupid-ass nigga” “why you gotta disrespect me?”