Where's My Ring?

Mangled by a card,
Magic,
A drawing of honest attitudes.
Where now?

Oh but for the grace of bookshelves,
They hid them from us,
For the better.

Take them down and don't go further,
The crevices hide multitudes of histories,
Sweetly minted notes of sensations.

Others, unacquainted, will say it happens,
For the best,
For the time being.
Forever,
Forever.

A coming of age story

We're gonna live like a movie
70s grain
Bad streets and hot tops
"... and we all learnt a lot that summer."

TV

Linguine yellow and sharp angled boats

TV…

Heart shaped apples grown together against the fence

Fat men and skinny men dancing for each other

Wear your heart like a paper chain

Wear your apples

Wear your apples

Wear your apples

Crushed against the fence

Heavy air

Trickle lights down your spine

Kick a dog, teach it to fear

Just like you

Close the curtains, roll over

Pull them up and cover your eyes

It won’t get in here

Not through this muggy room

Through this thick air that I cut and package

Distribute it through the people responsible for that kind of thing