to the coast for streets of grain,
the like mouse wanted gold,
she wants something else.
pins, wreckage and paleness.
unseen before the last time
when i got clean but returns
in the snatch and clasp,
beautiful dreams slip
and grabbing for it makes
things with god are not great
fear isn't quite they from the
chemical interloper. a temp.
but we know why don't we.
it is charming and it's not
cold turkey that'd be bad.
please note that i did NOT take this photo, or do the work of genius on it. i just wanted people to see it.
