need for white

these beauties can be found at oaknyc
gotta splurge. just gotta.

This poem is supposed to have given spaces, but the html will not do it justice.

Animal Sounds Jolted

When something was wondered by curiosity
what that was a cat peaks a bed-head out
of the mid-night door in to a light binged hallway
square blank folded short playhouse vision nothing.
Curiosity side-
Steps and the writing voice thinks about words and
forgets the :: pop :: sound in the hallway
remembers
going back in self-removal
sad rope j u m bl e
of cords tangled chargers.
Likes the sound after all.

Inspiration

Here a just a few of the things that have made writing in the springtime, in bed, far more mystical and beautiful.





Currently, I want nothing more than to escape the city with a tent in tow and dream under the stars.... I will just have to wait for May.