hermionegreen

there's a sense of wealth in me, not one that comes from checking bank statements, or balancing a check book, but more or less a contrast to the spiritual bankruptcy of my past, I remember sitting filthy in self pity on the stairs of a church, drinking beer hotter than piss from a dirty styrofoam cup                  fresh                      from the            

If I recycled the love littered at your feet                hearts would starve no more.

every morning                 she smiles                 a burst of pearl (catshit breath; grey rooted birds nest; lips delicious dry.)                 she doesn't know she is pregnant.

as a little boy I used to tell the stars what daylight was like, and ask them why the sun spent so much time with china. I would sit indian style on my ninja- turtle bed spread, and talk the moon behind the mountains.