sept fevrier

I wonder when I

Became so very cluttered

and unforgiving

Thanks, Bruh

You didn’t change out of your slippers.

You unfolded a lawn chair at the foot of the grave, the sun slowly laying itself down on the treetops. I liked the way you held yourself, so I watched you as you snapped open a beer and talked. Maybe about the family coming for thanksgiving, or how cold it’s been in town. But I saw the way your shoulders sagged into the arm rests, I saw that feeling.

Like the one person that ever helped you through days like this, is gone. As if you wished you were laying right next to ‘em. The way you used to, when you two looked at stars or were just too drunk to hold your head up on top of the rest of your body.

The lawn chair made me think,

you’ve been doing this a lot longer than I have. I admire you, and those slippers were fucking marvelous.

baby, knock me out.

I've recently been given blind euphoria by an elusive smile and a warm heart.

And this, this honest energy has filled my skin. I'm not so used to something like this. Spiritual extravagance , i guess.

And yet, behind me a sea of people gathered, all solitarily looking for the same thing.

All strangers, reminding me I am loved.

Take it easy old friend

"Tell me ,I beg you
By the just and great being
at whose voice you rise up
and at whose voice you decline
answer me, for if my unshakable
star avoids me
it denies me the chance
to be able to inhabit you,
let me be given ,at least,
the invaluable good
of knowing that there is a place
where virtue rests
and that you shine more than the sun"
Placido(1809-1844)

1635 Florida St

New house and a big
kitchen, I am so ready
to be here with you.

Personal Property Inventory

nothing is holy.
here , in this house things only
find themselves long gone

August

sleepy summer is
slowly getting back on it's
feet, to run on out