Whimsy
Sprinkles of glow
Half cloths
Half Truths
Dark demon in denim
Run out of the room
Run
There isn’t a place to go that you aren’t already there
Walking in a room
Heads turn
Wondering
Festival eyes for the moment of season
When the melting begins of history
Performance Pageantry
Rough edges
Sand paper skin
You trusted the wrong horse mouth
Snot head
Have my rags
Wear my shirts ripped
Torn
Frequency with a voice on it saying weird things at midnight
Have you been to the end
Butterfly
Daydream willow baskets filled with wild flowers
Yarrow hitchhikers
Van life dropouts
Train ho
Delivering old boxes with recycled news
Transcend the arc of predictability
We are never one thing
But some more things in a world of things consuming things
Red
Extreme
Dead
Begin the moment of fresh paradox
New hats and old shoes
Dirts stairs
A collection of blues LPS the old guy plays
Listen
Speak only in your head with the circus freaks
Roll off the high point
To the ground
Inhale soil eating seeds
Cracked up
Sin