I’m a natural in my trash
Wasting the waste
To say it can’t be spent
No longer subtle
Contaminate me with those dirty pig freaks
Precarity of togetherness
Measured in spending/taking
A huge fucking waste of time
Playing in my ________ encounters
(alien/angel)
Listen to the birds first and last
They don’t know the lightposts carry days into day so they stay
In the dark dirt
My hair hosts mites
Like dampwood brush
Welcoming them also to that
Image
It’s what i imagine
Sorrow to some happiness from semi precious stones
How many holes can a stick make in my body organically
The sparkling makes me nauseous
Nervous oil on the leaf
Doubtful eggshells
The things speak out
Hoarding letters to make spells
On the back of my words
Is the skin of a fruit
They last a few blinks and then break