can’t stop reading it.
His name should always
come first. I’ll survive.
Up Pine toward the top
nearly the top and
I am atop. Already
here its nice sunlessness.
The drive through the
mountains north with
cold feet. Tender wind
swept roofs of Tender
loin. Another plastic
bag or a leaf in one
life this town or met
ropolis I was aiming
for. A dizzy life. A
lifetime until I don’t.
This beast comes. I
wanted him anyway.
Rejected by a beast
in the morning. Over
the last couple of weeks
the sirens on Market.
High and five a.m.
again. I wait for the
darkest sun my
drive within.
