nonsensicalifornia

Part II of the alphabetical geography.

Some times aren't poems. Some times are walking too long in flats, girl, sit down.

back they grew, make them go, changing them, on they grow

on your birthday i remember you more. i get only so close.

far apart, the same realization that childhood is gone (i wonder how i remember it wrong)
 

i was a candle; i flickered. i was a bright bulb, on it all.

I'm a ship on the sea; waves roll me; drifting, grounded, sailing, stranded, storm-ravaged.

My cousin Colin just died of an enlarged heart.  These are words of remembrance and grief.

i'm pulled under. i wait to wash up.

rip ripe rope, sow a rhyme, reap a joke

Lesson number one: Learn your lesson. Find more lessons.

curls of curses,  cures in courses, coarse textures of texts

time layering

mythologies of women in threes, triple goddess of varieties

television treasures the viral violence

can you feel a buried sound, raindrops breaking on the ground

(parenthetical personality) close yourself in, stay solitary, get on the balcony