We when say half-truths, what we really mean is that
we are finding new ways to combine old convictions
Maybe that is why I always drink my coffee fast
Neon hotels where electricity slides through dreams and black widows spring at my face just as I reach for a want. What does that mean? When we drift away to read books and maps and become small, what we really do in incubate in safeness.
Cold meditations on fast moving feelings. Goodness knows they are the same.
Abstracts poems hatch inside of these canyon walls
Squeezed and than tangled up in blue sky swirl dreams