Golden crevices on the mountain, no, not the leaves - trapped morning light. And pecan cardamom cacao coffee, and chilled air. And life! This life. Every detail so perfect.
Who's in control
of your emotions
Oprah? politician du jour
sensationalist journalist
your kids, your story?
Emotions are how
children are born, money
is made, lives & wars form
Whether +this or -that
only one thing runs the
world
Make woodcuts
of our intimacies
I'll stamp all of the
kitchen with 'em
'cause that's what feeds me
Y
and you're funneled
into that karmic darkness
that's so popular right now
Wotfo
and suddenly you're trendy
in that lonely, crazy way
Kids and sugar coating
I didn't think so
Back to childhood
I go
Finally
My brain flexes
i feel it
when asked of unknown
answers
Not in front of company
But i'm building
something new today
Is anyone else frustrated with how many steps it takes to achieve something simple, like sweet lifing? Also, who's driving/flying to Phuhkit? I need to send a few things with you.
