dim bulbs, small village

the problem, alwaysis the diminishing returns& at some point you find yourselfin the wee hours drinking wine &cutting lines to sun kil moonwhile the beautiful ones sleepas if you couldn’t close your own eyesbut you’re hundreds of milesfrom anyone who’s ever really given a shityou could call & get another talkabout worry & your bloodContinue reading “dim bulbs, small village”

words as gas as trees as words

there’s probably an extended metaphorabout a car that can go fast as helland no doubt for long distancesif you don’t mind the constant presenceof alert lights and the frequent dangerof getting pulled over with no licensebut the diminishing returns have hitand my whole thing right now isyou won’t speak clearlythere’s always some part breaking downandContinue reading “words as gas as trees as words”