in the forest

i have no idea if you remember that weird dodging thing we danced 

but your insane eyes are a shitton & kind

& by the way rubbing off on me 

so thanks

at the moment it is all plaid and waveform 

nothing seems permanent, so

(but yet we try our best)

apple core lid of trashcan

darker darker and

fainter fainter

if i had my own house

i would stand out back

stare at the yard 

"i am also outside"

would walk like this
and like this

i have been looking through this hole in a piece of cardboard

with the words "portal to trust" painted on it

i always just elevate

leave shit places

like littering is an art form 

to me

ever read ed abbey?

picking up trash

cutting keys

inheriting damned afflictions of the brain