another blue-haired thinker of vast things
woke up early today for tea and a garden musing
gave in,
ate two rotten peaches to the core,
fell asleep in the lilacs,
made a meaningful space
of a riverside hill
hot taboos
the bitter, the sweeter, the better
it’s always a careless new look
Rocky Horror at midnight
unafraid of God,
but really fucking afraid of you
magnet poetry beneath sharp thunder,
Ran
My
Fingers
Through
Your
Hair
of so many dreams,
not one troubles your sleep
PLUTO BLOOMING 