Saturday, August 08, 2020

One-Way: 8/∞



It seems days move only one-way
away/anyway 

My shadow is mingled with flowers
ohhh whore/for hours

It will be difficult to go home after
now/noon/no

I have caught madness and sunshine 
in the air/in my hair

And all my machines are dying--even paper 
even pen/pain


Small feelings
Small feelings

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