Stories, fruit, farm implements
Weather, questions, household pets
Worry, social settings, interior decorating
Backing out to architecture, no resolution
Breakfast, sunshine, family
Breakfast, regrets, more weather
Breakfast, farewells, new beginnings
Shapes, ideas, emotion
Sound on sound on sound on sound
What you mean to me, what you meant to me
A good sweater in Fall, always moving, the things you can’t hold onto
We lived, we lived
May 4, 2020
May 3, 2020
T Minus Minus Minus Yes
Thank you for
In regards to
Glad you called and
Voiceover
Voiceover
Voiceover
Do-over
Do out
Due to the fact that you’re
Back to the beginning
Everything at the base of your neck
This edge is this jump
Your hands up
The river and the sun just right
This day
This day
This day
No other way
The light
Vertical hold
Tighter
In regards to
Glad you called and
Voiceover
Voiceover
Voiceover
Do-over
Do out
Due to the fact that you’re
Back to the beginning
Everything at the base of your neck
This edge is this jump
Your hands up
The river and the sun just right
This day
This day
This day
No other way
The light
Vertical hold
Tighter
May 2, 2020
Derby Day 2020
I made curried onion-tomato relish for backyard burgers
But mice made the cutest nest in our grill, so we redirected
The relish will keep for a week or more, no problem
Ordered a whole fried chicken and a half rack of ribs
With all the sides
And they’re delivering
So I made mint juleps with what was on hand
To sip in the backyard
This weather I’ll tell you
No horses are running the track today
But I’m sure plenty of horses are running all over the place
And having a pretty fucking great day
This weather
But mice made the cutest nest in our grill, so we redirected
The relish will keep for a week or more, no problem
Ordered a whole fried chicken and a half rack of ribs
With all the sides
And they’re delivering
So I made mint juleps with what was on hand
To sip in the backyard
This weather I’ll tell you
No horses are running the track today
But I’m sure plenty of horses are running all over the place
And having a pretty fucking great day
This weather
April 30, 2020
I Only Want to Die in Your Eyes
You can stay angry
That’ll take you somewhere
Terminus is a stupid word
And a pear, a subtle fruit
Things that taste like air
Confusions of perspective
Trompe l’oeil paintings in the age of holograms
You can’t make this shit up
Slogans spray-painted on sidewalks
We lived
Admit joy
Fred 2019
Fuck everyone
Followed by perfect paths along quiet streets
Rectangles, forgotten tongues, and all the sorrows
It’s just rain
It’s just rain
It’s just rain
That’ll take you somewhere
Terminus is a stupid word
And a pear, a subtle fruit
Things that taste like air
Confusions of perspective
Trompe l’oeil paintings in the age of holograms
You can’t make this shit up
Slogans spray-painted on sidewalks
We lived
Admit joy
Fred 2019
Fuck everyone
Followed by perfect paths along quiet streets
Rectangles, forgotten tongues, and all the sorrows
It’s just rain
It’s just rain
It’s just rain
April 28, 2020
Where Without Precedent
When without precedent and far from home
When without arms or ammunition in a war-torn backyard
When without aims but surrounded by truth
When without wares, wherefores, whyso
When without admittance, and you can hear all the good times that close
When without relief, escape, or exit
When without agency and seemingly knee-deep in so much caring
When without
When without arms or ammunition in a war-torn backyard
When without aims but surrounded by truth
When without wares, wherefores, whyso
When without admittance, and you can hear all the good times that close
When without relief, escape, or exit
When without agency and seemingly knee-deep in so much caring
When without
April 27, 2020
We’ve Got to Talk About Now
Take a closer look
Here and gone
All the dots smeared
All the things we pick up
All the places ‘round here
I’ll try to help you
We’ll put our heads together
And I’ll try
Here and gone
All the dots smeared
All the things we pick up
All the places ‘round here
I’ll try to help you
We’ll put our heads together
And I’ll try
Location:Kevin Rd,Baltimore,United States
April 26, 2020
Like Every Other
They tell stories about after midnight
Language so round
So round or stabby
Chasing a ball through the long grass
Watching the sun set
We lived
We lived, they say
Telling stories about after midnight
We let them, we let it, we walked on
A chicken in every chicken house
A lamb in every field
Something in the glenn and something else in the dell
I hope we ate well today
I hope we’ll sleep sound
Language so round
So round or stabby
Chasing a ball through the long grass
Watching the sun set
We lived
We lived, they say
Telling stories about after midnight
We let them, we let it, we walked on
A chicken in every chicken house
A lamb in every field
Something in the glenn and something else in the dell
I hope we ate well today
I hope we’ll sleep sound
April 24, 2020
We Lived
Maybe it’s the times, but I’m having a moment of seeing everything
Maybe it’s the times, but I don’t have space for cutting
Maybe it’s the times, but I can’t believe the believe
Maybe it’s the times, but I’m ok with stages having exits
Maybe it’s the times, but we’ve been here before
Maybe it’s the times, but I don’t have space for cutting
Maybe it’s the times, but I can’t believe the believe
Maybe it’s the times, but I’m ok with stages having exits
Maybe it’s the times, but we’ve been here before
April 23, 2020
Untitled
Never in my life have I seen
Onward and upward onward and upwArd
The way it is because because
A river is to a stream
On a sidewalk outside a club inside the sprawl
The end is the end for some
But we continue
What do you want me to write over everything
Silver or gold or severance
Skinny now
Or scared
Little cuts o Ln your hands that you don’t remember
Like one in every five days
Here are the sirens
Here’s it all
Onward and upward onward and upwArd
The way it is because because
A river is to a stream
On a sidewalk outside a club inside the sprawl
The end is the end for some
But we continue
What do you want me to write over everything
Silver or gold or severance
Skinny now
Or scared
Little cuts o Ln your hands that you don’t remember
Like one in every five days
Here are the sirens
Here’s it all
April 22, 2020
It’s Bad Enough That I Have
Citrus plays a central role in the local economy,
Vans drive to churches in better times,
Third rows seats all the way down
And the smoothest tones over everything.
Where do we put our hands?
What do we do with all this excess of surfeit or sometimes?
Tender a balance, tender the witness, tend to a way.
Communication is all we got
Vans drive to churches in better times,
Third rows seats all the way down
And the smoothest tones over everything.
Where do we put our hands?
What do we do with all this excess of surfeit or sometimes?
Tender a balance, tender the witness, tend to a way.
Communication is all we got
April 20, 2020
When You Think of the Number 8
Shining shores
Is it silica?
What the fuck’s wrong with you
Is it silica?
All the things real and plastic among them.
What you mean when you mean.
When you are mean
When you’re after
What you’re after.
One collection after another
And then everyone’s gone.
Is it silica?
What the fuck’s wrong with you
Is it silica?
All the things real and plastic among them.
What you mean when you mean.
When you are mean
When you’re after
What you’re after.
One collection after another
And then everyone’s gone.
April 19, 2020
Why Not Call It What It Is?
All the things well-installed blinds can do with a sunny day
And your favorite reading spot
All the bridges that are worth a damn
A guitar that talks, and do your remember diners?
All the life at all the altitudes
Your stomach floating when you crest a hill at speed — in a car, on a rollercoaster
The history of pictorial communication
Hands pressed against one another
Meadow air
No need to lock it all up in a box
No need, no more
And your favorite reading spot
All the bridges that are worth a damn
A guitar that talks, and do your remember diners?
All the life at all the altitudes
Your stomach floating when you crest a hill at speed — in a car, on a rollercoaster
The history of pictorial communication
Hands pressed against one another
Meadow air
No need to lock it all up in a box
No need, no more
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