this is how
the great work
hurts
was it in a dream ?
stuck in habit traffic
im a rabbit
wish i had
someone
thinking for me
in the herd
im listening to
myself
im forced to hear
a lot of words
rhythm
voodoo
put them in pages
like plants
for our friends
my love is stubborn
i was
already
on the outs
jungle rains
come closer
i recall
a circus
all morning
shoot me
with darts
for a show
tell me
something
i dont know
dont tell me
im to old
for clowns
first to fall
a watering can
in some woods
drop a rope
dozens of
dead endings
no matter .
girl in the woods
half sleeping
slumped
squirming
on a chair
of wood
rainbow ribbon
red to brown
kaleidoscope girl
strange colors
a glimpse
your light trail
i know
you know
youre gone .
well of bricks
with a bucket
' trust me '
she overheard
dimensions
overcame
convention
she was often
left behind
she never left
the woods