cross eyes step over the snow

we feel strongly for bindles

i could grab the pine branch by tv light

while she sips on the bark

i don't know about those abstract sentences

on my night before day off forever

this is blue, in a deep hulk of snowed rocks

living near the train doesn't benefit my life,
my life wasted dealing with tense.
the pool players dance with the perfect tense.

the savage overtakes the subway stop on his skateboard.
we emerge from the subway and freeze for twenty minutes.

two bubble jackets, raised in the neighborhood,
find the train with ease.