the mesolithic parts
that keep our worlds apart
the shredded feelgood bouts
//the weight of mountains rose
i know what i should know
we play with all of those
a player has no pen
to note down all the blends
that quickly took us here
//the wave grows like a globe
i know i could've done more
let's pretend, tell more jokes
just like so
roaming in the fuss
a day or two for us
/briefcase full of crème brûlée
shoes that lead me back in place
favorite author, engine motor
life as a taste bud
too quick with to come up
/briefcase full of words to page
shoes that lead my boat to bay
glassware colored, mental forecall
