The rules of sickness
Hides its gin like a green hen covered in dust
Strange isn’t he
The beauty of his nose
He yodels
I promise you
He does
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I imagine
strolling through this garden
where petals float upward
exploding in their colors
where voices softly speak
my knowledge of pain
weightlessly transforms
as this God of dirt rises me
whispering so many wise and delectable things
Dad
I find myself once again in this private prayer
Painting little hearts on everything
Asking for the green properties
To bandage your beautiful lungs
The terrible things the hospital beds
Heal him I say asking bright birds
To paper this message consoling
Consoling this distance that keeps us away
Daddy this woman at your window is me
Transparent is my spirit hold my hand
There in no loneliness please don’t be afraid
Primitively Speaking
You can paint an elephant
Quite as good as I do
Bargain with your feet to tread west
And I will teach a dozen things
Lay there thick necked with green
With your whisked golden tail
Lift your brush and dab ever so slowly
Grey violet strokes freeing crickets to dance
Rejoicing in it’s happy loneliness evermore
Gluten me Please
It should come to no surprise
Hunger strikes me hidden
With gluten free my songs do weep
A bit dramatic with honesty flesh
What is life without you carbs
Doodling for compromise . .
