when somebody loves me

i'm looking hella 

wardrobe

i love them back 
new-englandy right now 
it was sick to have that
if i'm the love-starter
generally my brain's like

tend to go radio

i was finding that communicating with you was going

i try to notice

what choice do they make?

i think that's in sensations
i'm so logical and thoughtful
i've actually been fucking loving it

the idea of a gift, or what a gift would be 

i'll find little things 
i'm kind towards

i've been watching

they would talk on and on 
in the background

JO KATA 1-31

Every day I hobble out to the mud
to wield unbalance in these plastic shoes
try for that easiness that pays no mind,
moving the non-stick stick through air
letting it crash over my head to the dense clogged earth
wobble pivoting on this plot between plots
I used to call Mathew next door mathematics
and he called me kiwi
now he’s a real estate DJ but still comes home
to party in the treehouse
and I’m out here moving through space, it’s so hard to do
maybe he sees me, i’ve always been around
trying to grow or kill things
I flip the non-stick stick, try to let the golden sky be seen, 
it’s so hard to do
hear the sirens and the seagulls, a far off train,
so hard to do
last night I waited for the light to change, 
people of the night were pushing and chasing
slouching and straightening
flimsy barriers, the manual locks on my doors, rudolf red
blood behind my skin, and theirs
me, the inside air, the outside air, and them
girls in thongs and santa hats, Krispy Kreme, Office Max
me spinning, tripping, remembering to not
remember -- the air's still here, it never stopped,
plus all this mist that pays
no mind.