You always stand there waiting for me You’re standing in the center Centering me, wait to point Waiting to stab and fly away and gone You’re always going to be strange Hello there, stranger Beautiful calm you, singing sweetly Down in those hills, hidden below Choke me with your ashes Cough on me with your death I cry and cry, then I lay there Goodbye, goodbye, passerby Stitch me up, pull apart my heartstrings Some stupid thing, love could be a ring Wait there with a knife in my heart I’m trying to not pull myself together |
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
Sinking Love
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