something unreal
   something so sweet

counting in time

that sticks to the walls

that sticks to my feet

that seems to 

never

never

     exi s t

something so sweet

 

what 

if we woke up with yesterday's memories 

   only for our eyes to see, backwards. 

think, think under that mossy, thick oak tree.

think, think, think.

if yesterday went the way it went, nothing to change,

    just the speed of it, just as if everything went: backwards.

if we woke up to the sun setting under 

        our light brown eyes and

the clouds rolling back. 

if we woke up with the memories of yesterday, playing back

maybe, just maybe, this would all make sense. 

just to think of yesterday. 

pls marry me aldous, ughhhh

 

today i wrote a note for the magnolia tree out front

and it went something like this: 

          beautiful magnolia, the way your branches dance

in the afternoon's bliss, s u n light       tangled within,

   how your pale bark    glistens in morning d e w and shines

once the moonlight awakens.     the way you rest your thin

branches to create lovely shadows on the l a w n , 

     (which i watch dance in the evening's sunset song)

with moss between your roots and the scent of   S p r i n g,

   I am grateful for you, a lovely nature KING.

we met with lemon eyes 

and a good taste for men

she let me in, with a crooked grin.

   whereas she eats, the birds sing 

lullabies that send her off to sleep.

i can remember the first time she

called, i had just made tea

and rubbed honey all over my 

front door. 

from a warm hue- something 

between golden yellow and 

a lack of sleep, her beauty ate 

the atmosphere of the room 

and proved to us that time 

could melt, with the right kind 

of Jaded silk. 

if you let your tears water

years of no 

growth, Wednesdays turn 

to silk and my mind's ready

to be milked. giving up

on yourself, where your beauty

meets the eye.  beyond many

scraped knees and visions 

of the milky sky, there is

nowhere to begin. i can 

feel it more so in my skin.

   

 a lifetime ago
a lifetime ago, i knew i'd have you, (a son)
wrapped around my cobwebbed heart,
your tiny fingers, curious and smart.
                                            following the sound.
i see the sun in your eyes 
                              and the moon at your fingertips. 
i promise to make the world as safe as silk for you.
and i will eat away all the sadness and confusion, just
for you.     all  i desire 
                          as an artist, as a lover, as your mother,

is for you to cherish this telling silence, 

find love in small spaces,
and  create a definition for your soul. 

                                            i promise you, 
a lifetime ago, i knew you'd me mine.
                                                   ( son )

should check out this pretty good album;)

 https://zouchpotato.bandcamp.com/