"by Gathering The Sum Of Their Consequences In The Domain Of Their Intelligence, By Seizing And Noting

going back to the field where you once played as a child.

its an earthy, magical feeling,

and yet liminal and lonely.

the grass is tall and thin, untouched by those who frequently trimmed it when you were young.

the tree branches are falling, which reminds you of how taken care of it used to be.

prying through the grass, a million spider webs start to dance upon you-

each one uncontrolled by its owner.

because of your current state, you are unable to decide whether to frantically jump out of the way,

shaken of being attacked by the almost invisible threads-

or to apologize to the spider for destroying its home.

barren patches of dirt lay on the ground,

and the wind feels stronger than it used to be.

though the animals may be around, with birds tweeting and foxes prancing far off in the woods,

you feel alone.

as if all the other children who used to play here have forgotten what it was like to simply be a child.

but yet,

somehow,

for a brief moment-

you recall what it felt like to have no worries.

thinking about how amazing life would be if i could play bar chords

what i want when i say i want walkable cities

Six feet above water

Six feet under par

Twenty years surprised her

Amongst the quicket little stars !

Two feet beneath the surface

One beneath the soul

Twelve above the heart

Crafted from earthly gold.

Consider what would happen

To a damsel in dismay

Of fear and trembling wonderfully

Of her step to be light and gay

A cricket cap upon her hair

In the sorrowful evening gray !

Twas much of once a worry

What would happen, under par

Beneath the pandemonium’s walls

Beneath the tribal stars

Much yearns to be taken

From the step, last week’s array

For the cricket cap on her head

And her step to be light and gay !

Dentist confessional. Like, forgive me doctor for I have sinned. I have partaken of the wine. Not only that, but the coffee and the tea. I consume carbonated beverages regularly. I eat sweets such as saltwater taffy and caramels. On the weekend, if I sleep in, I only brush my teeth at night. And then the dentist is like, "and are you flossing, my child?" and they just have to look away

sometimes the best movie adaptation of a book is the mid 70s bbc play of the month with less than the bare minimum camera work and shitty quality

are we to dine in the eternal mind

of sacred ingenuity ?

these seats in which our souls entwine

to speak the language of floral fluency?

at a loss, we stare round the bar

frantically at auburn stars

to seek the everlasting love

the love of which cannot undress.

veils of fiery violet craft

keep us from our rising yearn

to source the evil that we learn

in finding us, our homemade raft.