Honeypocket

Is it wild, honeypocket?
It's something, it's been supposed
Look at the dandelion:
there is so much preparation
involved
The instant gratification
of the bluestone sky
prims the petals
and pleats the parts
alike, of the cuteboys
and the deadgirls alike

The reflection of the common contemporary accretion
is acrimonious at best, complete canorous bedizenment
The veins are all too tendrilled and unilingual

In all likelihood, the caffeine-crash is going
to knock me right out. Just say "Cimarron!"
with some zest

I'm in the corner-
Oh heavens-
We're matching.

sifting the sun into the future, perfuming the suitor, looming the future

it might be over soon
notice/cherish - the broken constellation
you've walked in my dreams
now what?

"red lips"
hrm.
slender embrace
merrily, away

sunup!
I watched her, while drinking tea
riding her bicycle into the sea
it made me sad, and want a pretzel

I threw a stone into her window
but it was my window
and it was actually just a pebble anyway

what's it like, to be someone else?
"it's like drinking whiskey,
when you were expecting tea."
I see.
how do you know?
"have you never done acid?"
I have't, no,

lipstick, today?
smiles
I can make whatever promises
becomes diaphanous

nice is innumerable
kind is green, bright but not too bright
smears are just smears,
smudges and smears

is there beauty in brokenness
or just beauty, and brokenness
here, let me stop the rain for you
I'll see you tomorrow