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
April 30, 2020
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
April 18, 2020
Speed Round
Circle stops spines
Special special spry
Not breathing, breathing, not breathing
So many people everywhere you look
Someone fishing
Someone riding a horse on a path
All the lightning strikes in all the lands
The invention of the graphite pencil
A fresh haircut
Sweep the floors, sweep the floors
Write it down
Special special spry
Not breathing, breathing, not breathing
So many people everywhere you look
Someone fishing
Someone riding a horse on a path
All the lightning strikes in all the lands
The invention of the graphite pencil
A fresh haircut
Sweep the floors, sweep the floors
Write it down
Location:Brinkwood Rd,Baltimore,United States
April 16, 2020
Goals and Are We Getting There
Solid states, standards standing, companion input
Careful caring, carefully care-free, kindred kindling
Draw on divination, brewed tea, repaired fractures
Factions gonna faction but let’s be the waylaid
The sea doesn’t change
The simple machines
The severed
Careful caring, carefully care-free, kindred kindling
Draw on divination, brewed tea, repaired fractures
Factions gonna faction but let’s be the waylaid
The sea doesn’t change
The simple machines
The severed
April 13, 2020
Balance and Rotate All Tires
Violence is
Balance is
The day or the week is and is
That which was
What what when where
Valence, vagrant, vie
The last view from the last train
Tried trials, tried it all
Not that which they know
Not that which they want
Want is
Want is
Want is
When we go to shore, we’re pacing
When we go to market, we’re well-dressed
What are days or nights?
What are morning cups of coffee
Meals over sinks
We wake anywhere the days
Now, these days
You, these days
All the serpents and their tails
Balance is
The day or the week is and is
That which was
What what when where
Valence, vagrant, vie
The last view from the last train
Tried trials, tried it all
Not that which they know
Not that which they want
Want is
Want is
Want is
When we go to shore, we’re pacing
When we go to market, we’re well-dressed
What are days or nights?
What are morning cups of coffee
Meals over sinks
We wake anywhere the days
Now, these days
You, these days
All the serpents and their tails
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