Quote.

Perhaps nature is our best assurance of immortality.

-Eleanor Roosevelt

some searchlight is screaming:

"a boy rode me into town
found the profiles of our gallows
there's a second or two before he
lets someone know"
if the noises my nose made
could save even one of us
I would blow
and blow
and blow
and blow.

most of us lose our breath in the best case scenario
some gavel as waves is rolling further than usual
there is a man pounding his feet into the ground
he is about to hear you drown.

how could he have known?
lazy eyes left in pews
struggle without their toes

if this was the last morning
that same boy is sliding
his hat falls off
the clouds are getting nervous
and my heart is chewing you.

if this is our last evening
some boy was our sunset
caress worms like lovers
as you dig your toes deeper
you are watching me drown.

Quote.

Lost time is never found again.

-Benjamin Franklin.

oh insect
tiny explosion for just us to see
we step so carelessly

all our dogs are dieing
and they're leaving us behind
we walk into oncoming traffic
cars are swerving appropriately

sometimes I feel like most of us deserve
so much worse than hell

now the clouds are getting nervous
taking their chances too late
listening to our oceans
building new beds to mess and make

so what will we scream when we're just okay?

There is Mother
There is Father
There are dogs
There is worn in grass
And you knows whose names you will find
Under upturned stones

Tomorrow, you know
Your eyes, awake, will see sky
Your eyes, closed, will see wallpaper
Your eyes will be warm
Your eyes will be warm
Both will see her thighs
Just as warm
Just as loud
Just as white
As you thought
As you knew

So now
You know why Angels sing
You know why Henry sings
Well, then who else sings

Quote.

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.

-Henry David Thoreau

On when to wash.

They that wash on Monday have all the week to dry;
They that wash on Tuesday are not so much awry;
They that wash on Wednesday are not so much to blame;
They that wash on Thursday wash for shame;
They that wash on Friday wash in need;
And they that wash on Saturday, oh, they are slovens, indeed.