like:
i was actually at the
village vanguard, tonight.
electric wind in the
speakers is distant song.
clouds are in my
room, now.
plastic bags
dream.
i'm not actually
mortal, at all.
time and place
are blankets.
i
dream.
you are a statue
in l'academia.
you are not
a cloud any more.
it's all an ocean being
drained towards heaven.
we'll hold tambourines
in marble hands.
every day counts,
or we count every day.
we can eat
book pages.
i didn't need the
city, in any way.
trees can collect their
thoughts off the ground.
we're all leaves falling
towards the tree.
a guitar is the only
axe anyone needs.
i knew where i was
going, sans maps/gps.
each raindrop is
a word.
stars are moving
apart.
stars are moving
together.
the world is my
nylon tent.
my lungs are
weather balloons.