Torrent

shes like asap and im like gimme a second. so i took a breath. it wasnt mine. i cant understand and apologies are useless so ive been thinking of ways to walk around it all.

you got stuck in my neck, broke it and buried me.

im now but a gross little ghost, scaring myself into believing there wont be any magic on this side.

yesterday was trash and today is just ticking me off. messy little minutes. glamour too grievous to wait on. long lines of fishing for a wishlist. this and that. im used to things eating away at my brain but its actually gross to see this as benign.

a blood rose, a butterfly. a beautiful lady. a beast in the wilderness.

ill never not be without wonder about the time in a torrent with a girl made of gravel.

any idea of wondering where wishes of patience and pleasure went left when the world became a sweat sock and the ground too porous to pounce from. it all went out the window when i saw through the mirror and gave your grievances another go.

the good news is im mostly used to mediocrity. but i think of times to come. paintings of partners in brilliant blues. too ravishing to run from. charitable with just enough charm. good news.

theres hope in the hot of the heat even when it seems like its being delivered by the headless horseman.

★ thank you Franco and Amanda at Scuzzbucket for publishing me