Come Outside

Come outside for coffees so gentil they could be tea forgotten overnight. There are no whores here … gone with the sunrise. Just the fall holding hands with another Sunday … “Clouds are just water” he said under his breath. Oh, Ignorance, what soft comfort. “And cigarettes are just clocks.” Our time here is running … Read moreCome Outside

Cat poems #3

left handed cuddling crashes satellites, moons coming down dear universe, how I wish upon a star i wish i would i wish i might wishes are for assholes. like broken hearts are for assholes. [zappa, frank] (i’m just disappointed, is all) Leonard worries about me. he interferes with the poetry… less chastising as focus on … Read moreCat poems #3

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