my lowside bends in circles and gray tones
roaming towards a bright light burning by the bays of serenity
towards fields of falling, free falling in lavenders and gold
rolling in tight ticks, tense cotton netting
pouring rain staining the pink and bare
tearing normal, recreating visions and pearls
petals, precious memories
crickets cradle, simmer sit
i refrain from panic, from twisting pain into my own lul
singing it in a windy play
can the waters of ache and surrender break caves
open me to yellow, race my dancing song
my lowside bends and folds in seasons
my autum kiss will prove its worth
little lectures form function
female fragility speaks when soaking
gentle power leaking warm forgiveness
sea still steeping in this chest of glass
of breath, beating to everything that leans
heart lending itself to a present pause
caught in godly claps silent, silver rage
sensual archways lined in caffine, in japanese cats and claws
clips of cobblestone alleys and cigarettes
a drive rips my morning in eighteen colors
crayons bleed confusion for nothing matches my submarines
sweet teens, soft kings, fatigued, famished, small
smells of dull money, shining bright of constant, consistancy
crap cradle in a dry baige straight line
a roaring youth expells a stale vibrationa
universal art is twirling in this current
cunt, casper, plastic bottles full of ginger sizzle
wet, grounded, smoke on porches in cities sailing
mail comes, letters, lies, laced in ramble
punk smirks, saves a girl from dying
gummy sweets swap places with a cold lonely
leather boots skip along, sliding over rubber cheese
maple syrup screams its secrets smothering destiny