sourpatch
bubblegum
swisher cocoa blanket and you done and got me faded againoo-wee, oo-wee
doobie, doobie
i break the law, i smoke my weed
i had to stop ‘cause i hate to tweak
bet next week i’mma do it again
We sailed away on a winter’s day
with fate as malleable as clay;
but ships are fallible, I say,
and the nautical, like all things, fades
And I can recall our caravel:
a little wicker beetle shell
with four fine maste and lateen sails,
its bearings on Cair Paravel
O my love,
O it was a funny little thing
to be the ones to’ve seen.
The sight of bridges and balloons
makes calm canaries irritable;
they caw and claw all afternoon:
“Catenaries and dirigibles
brace and buoy the living-room –
a loom of metal, warp - woof - wimble.“
And a thimble’s worth of milky moon
can touch hearts larger than a thimble.
am i allowed, to look at her like that?
when she’s just so nice to look at.
I cry Every Time
