Thursday, December 25, 2014

since i've left this war
i don't care that i have genius.

too much extraneous.
senseless fumes

back in the day
perfect was the law.

i healed lovers

made their favorite foods
walking down aisles in favorite colors

i like how dye
muddies

is it not extravagant
like the weather?-

one extreme to the other,
never to return

but always longing to?

when i go back i will be a baby
look i'm pretending to be a baby

i know pretty i know
shiny goo goo gah gah
i know shiny

developmental stages,
exploring