a 2016 reblog for ya!
trax
the weekend came
with rain and the grasses fantasy
green
with rain and the grasses fantasy
green
reality was dishes
was rent and quarter
moons and abrasive
the train tracks are so
godddam polished
when the weather clears
i think i will go eat lunch
on them
or paint my nails
or lay my spine out
or straddle them in denim
and ride them
choo choo
like a freak
or follow the vibration
to the end of
the world
like church bells
like prayer
like god was in doing
the thing which
when done
made you
smile
K IS SILENT 