I was your imagination
a mouth turns into a mouse
turns into a cat
When people look at me
they see something i do not see
What is it like…
When they see/
What they see/
Do they truly see the best of me?
WORST IS THE NEW BEST
Mother of mother,
I wonder why I just imagined you as a tree
beloved Grandmother
Hello here from earth still,
I love you.
Rain with and without
in sheets of energy
gold amber and green
make lemonade.
the bleating of imaginary ears,
is my cooking
rind and all i
shit myself out into the wintry day
so cal is a state of mind
parameters change.
groove edit,
I aint nobody’s nothin