and myself hurrying to a plank

where all the angels dove off
and flew into the holy
void, and myself hurrying to a
plank
where all the angels dove off
and flew
into the holy void, and myself
hurrying
to a plank
where all the angels
dove off
into the holy void

time held me

green and dying,
though i sang in my chains
like the sea.


-Dylan Thomas

you are

an angel with wet feet from the creek
where i saw you standing alone
humming not in a scary way but i'm
from california and afraid to be truly alone
so i said nothing and turned to go
but you spoke to me, asked
me my name and i stuttered at first but composed
myself, said 'ryan' then changed to 'hume,'
thinking it better, fuck gosling
(who wouldn't) and the sun shining
through your weird halo called me like a
batsignal and we stood quietly smiling as the

crickets chirped at dusk.

all girls fancy

themselves good singers.
all guys,
pretty decent at
guitar.