REVERIES

could just fall into a song for a minute maybe more not even a song really not even falling

a thanks to you to the movement you made to the way you swayed to the grace you played even when broken even when token even when forgot

walk on their own sulk on their own

oh lawd please drown me in nothing space backwards time a wondrous face a wonder a blunder my usual my usual oh ok why not just siiiing or forget forgot how to sing

and go morning thoughts of you thoughts of you go let go thinky oh it’s evening music please let go thinky

save that save me save we save three

you drop down upon me and let it go in terms of spatial awareness that is all I fantastically arranged you here right there on the tip of my tongue more than words more than hearing

oh you don’t really know me at all oh you don’t really know what you’re missing a kissing a blissing a missed opportunity behold oh you know you don’t know

a momentary mind free absenced wilded out invisible who who care abstract, beats, eastsouth, weird, wild, pink piano, orgasm anecdote, she misses me, distraught, worthless, invisible, pervert, instrumental, music, animal, no touch, no feel,

pull it down off the shelf give it the love it deserves each note thrum each note thrum let it remember you played it

go where you wan tand bring a memory of me take it there and plant your seed wise yes you not me, oh baby blue I bleed, this needy coil, weathered and foiled, I got tangle d less in thought than word and you never heard any of it at all go ahead and take […]

a cost, to care, to be willing to be fair to be in the midst of the wherever whenever mist must make lust disappear a cross in weird wary eyes a lost bear hypnotized

well, late start, eighth start, eight years. I want to make music forever it’s the only thing I do that even I can’t critique and tear apart I wish for shorter pieces, more honestly, less try, more love for you and for me amen and whoopee

you might wonder, where all the missing numbers go into the ether here why now do I find a floating kind of island it’s just where I sit though I am not aware which makes me sad I wish I were there

I’m so far from anything that even matters

and I never thought it would end

so hard to know I’ll be gne for a few days

whatever we make of whatever we make of whatever