i guess it's not easy in the 21st century. we've all all got this to deal with. we've all all begun to look around. maybe the girl you love leaves and though you don't know if you love her ever enough (as if that's a sign) you go out and seek, you dip like a return to oz, you wander and fall down behind a cafe, closed. and one day you welcome it in.
i kiss your knees as you go swimming,
i count your shapes when they have gone.
Maybe a deep desperate desperado
want. i keep it. like i want to own it.
you, as much un-ownable as any
when when i guess.
work at eleven, oh!
and how the old becomes new and you'd known it all along like a sour apple
toothpick you once sold as a kid amongst the others back in seventh, half way finding a good way to be although constantly worried and vastly disoriented but we almost always are, i guess. the aurors, i mean. the tiny saviors who've got no place to be.
where i'm kissing yr neck,
laughing, and we get married
wearing shades on the
back of an elephant,
paul simon waving with tears
in his eyes from a hill nearby,
A$AP rocky filming the whole thing
for his new video as we disappear
into the woods following the
river where henri matisse was born