and we’re running out of dreams
to usher
into
being
at the edge of this here parkinglot .

at the top
of the
hill

and
the tip
of the
tongue

it’s all roll into neutral from here -
       go easy on the breaks .

we wanted to become that symbol
any symbol -
to mean something.
and when we failed,
we became real

[she turned and whispered to me,
“hey.”
i shrugged back at her and became
whole again forever.]

FIGHT FIRE
WITH
FIRESIDE TALES

.for all the fires i’ve put out
.for those i’ve failed to
.for the embers that i will never seek to extinguish


.for _

.



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hellhound famil

falling

cybergoth princess

is performed on one’s self

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dream catcher
dream eater
stuck spot of a distended home
dream seeder
   space render
meat reader
   blamelessness
head like the innocence of road-trip paraphernalia
all the little things that bring you comfort
and
direction

follow the love - not the sorrow.