porch swarm

indian dub groove
bees collect in the corner
micrometers from the source
of scent. one chime sounds
 a beam of light hits the soft
skin , dead can dance chants
on pandora. i miss you.


tho you sit here with  without
me, gone and there , now and here

ey ay yah oh wah yey. this is interesting weed. it has a menthol
halucination, see wtih touch, a microscopic vision
purple arsenic life forms, the human factor
non imaged images, passages of time, cat paw swipe
at the bodies buzzing on the verge.


" i know we're gonna meet someday
and crumble the financial institutions of our time...
there will be snacks" 
so andrew bird flew up in to the idealism
we were so tired of being love
so tired.














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waking beside you
was the best mornings of my life
did not die before you wake
























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jump little children
straight into acoustic funk
cellow shadows, arches, silent
beckon for your bow
 the piece of sky in your eyes
the flight, frantic against the screen
blocking desire from stamen.
and this song makes me want to dance













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