

RootsI have roots—Roots
do you have roots?
I mean do you
know where
you’re rooted to?
I do—you
do have roots—your roots
are in my hair


JuliaI took my first breath today with my ears I heard Julia’s voice It said “I’ve been asleep so long, Darling, all week” And then it was goneJulia
I put it down to being lucid Cuz you can’t trust that kind of dream And I don’t believe it ever— Julia always had her head In the bottom of a bag
I mean, really, where is yours at?
She really had a handle on it And that’s more than I can say For me about that Unless you count My pillow as a bag A case My head is!
No, I am a breather
At night and sometimes it


at the height of our awarenessfor zel—do you remember your favorite color? zel and me, weat the height of our awareness
know a good cause when we see one we know how to match our ribbons to our sneakers we know how to march as well as the others but we look better than the girls with the runny eyes
we know how nice our makeup looks and it only melts in the summer sun because we never knew anyone who died from it but we know how hot it gets under the sun at the strike of noon where the miles for this charity are charted every month


The UndergroundThere are so many ghosts in this city That I can’t catch a taxi Without being asked In every single tunnel— “Is that true?” About the guidebookThe Underground
I tell them no but I Like to close my eyes myself In shady London places So I don’t chance to see the Queen Specters running past
They might look bad—a little bloody Or worse yet Steal my shopping
And I’d have to eat pickles Every night Out of the pantry
Of the woman’s flat downstairs— Have nightmares for a week
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Creativity + Imagination
You need them ^_^
+joe
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Blah, blah! :angrymob:
+joe
Daisies
Honey
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You're just too used to my honey...
+joe
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Where the words jump off my pen and into your pages...
+joe
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You're just too used to my honey...
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