I lost count, I think 15 or so, moving slow Tired, sluggish slug
haiku
Different beach, cars light Neighborhoods listening, gust Gate golden, half moon
Get it out quick, fire No need to think or make sense Delusion glimmer
(No title) ….. Calm, because the street Has so many songs, renew All it, a love nudge
(No title) ….. Just bobbing my head Humans interest me no Today and never
None title If it all left me Imagine air’s suggestion See paths better, kiss
1/1000 Skip It Midas, no gold hand Everything bottled, switches Friday myth hit wish 10/13/22
Cup candle counter Still, trying to be of method Need glasses, in squint
Direction changed up Finally the needed sight ME – entirety
But here we are, sounds Everything condensed new time Unfamiliar course 9/13/20