Parading

I have a head. In my head is a stomach

Now I am ready to lay my self down

That was one bad dream.

My dissent is cheer

Remember how we used to wonder rather than know? We, wasted

but only knows


What would a better me paint? There is no

I live in a world in which rain falls on the bridge at noon. In which loneliness is never lonely for company.

I am a glorifier, not very high up

October humidity