(un)certain last[ing] moments
and all at once we spotted that nothing so sudden could occur.
there was a thorough and terrifying moment in the making, you warned me.
lets drink in schematic invalid valises, i thought, and satisfaction.
she rose, when the rains slowed, a rough draft in doubt.
like lightening rods and airplanes, we flirted with the space between ourselves.
a gesture; a secret; what i overheard that night through the crowd.
you seem like a broken lost&found jukebox; its all my fault.
hope in this eternal sunshine california, so don’t worry.
broken neck fairy tales for a jonathon stand-in: a band i never liked.
canceled subscriptions around daybreak departures.
who’s choice to do the Right Thing?
watch out for counter space watchtowers when the wishbone keeps bending.
im a rose bush that needs trimming, over grown and welcoming the blade.
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