Digging up all the ideas ever passed through our thoughts.
Writing them down so they may again be forgotten.
A laundry list of unappreciated apprehension.
A long list of under appreciated names.
All my, on a small scale, famous friends,
know that everything you have said is a godsend.
Reasons transition
over maligned consolations
in passing conversation.
I'd cut off my hair if it left me weak and bare,
and leave a hole in my skin if you'd let yourself in,
bang out a beat on these frail bones,
and strum cathartic rhythms from tendons extended.
All my famous on a small scale friends,
know that everything you have been is a godsend.
Seasons transition
under aligned constellations
in passing conversation.
People like us like people like us liking people like us.
I just can't give it all to this. That is all.
Just give it fifteen minutes
and we'll find something,
promise.
