waiting for storms. just a little tune shift.
i’m looking for keys to my kindness. r they
in this room with me? barreling my recent
personality blend. hope it sells well.
if at all. box my wildness, confining
it to more lessons. to teach… what? echo
again, just for them. stand by stop sign, think
i felt a drop. or not. not so much. not at all.
oxen bottled, for amusement– then sleep, sip
to awake stay. air grumble– happier. hold to its
outline. write around that. i will. my age, only a figment.
more amusing than anything else. then, fronts change
their minds. lottery for hotter breeze. additionally,
numbers might be backwards– the forecast in 4 casts. flat.