i haven’t scribbled in the turqoise all morning i mean all year
everything’s the same
it’s great
it’s a garden of paradise
don’t quote me on that
but godness
i froze my ball off
in the slothy gulp
it was salty new years day
i didn’t have anywhere else to go
but maybe something something
about weeping
something about being a sugar glider in the headlights
and away in other mouths
away the nature of rennaisance
you have to be cold to be warm again
and they tell me
so many rooms to stay in
on this boat
they tell me it’s an oil tanker
and it’s named “captain ron”
after the way you were in the tangle
of young hunger and a
crass course
in avoiding people who
don’t even know you’re avoiding them
or maybe they do that’s the trick
it’s gallumphing along
it’s inelegant
it’s like when you scrambled along the rock
smoking the biggest reefer around
and you
were
atop
of it
godness, sugar glider in the headlights <3
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