sleepy and nearer to the floor, it's dusty, twitching eyes and i'll rub them! baseboards, basketball, books, a bike's tires are flat. b is for babies, beets and biscuits in the floor of the cobwebbed closet.

elevated living, kitties missing something, dust, walls, sun, that feeling back then

it feels like fall today because my sweater's sleeves show out the end of my jacket's, a warm cats in the sun and my cold hands. bigger than that, tragedy's at bay, new beginning's a stretch but can be imagined, that spirituall way.

also, a list of names, waking to relief that i knowed the good ones. embarrassed i recounted, deaf ears, meaning little to nothing.

dracula and i are weerily useless, sleepy hearing affirmations and i thought with love, noticing unexpectedly, about the babies taking first steps. slightly gaunt in summer shorts i rubbed my eyes and said some things, forgetting what.

the projections of a plan, starting: diagrams of diversions, consistently humiliating and utterly silently private, keeping to myself the ways i can lie out a chart of one through 26.

getting feckless with my words, now, it's ten until two. divided into three, segment i agree on your beauty, drugged into brevity and walked away. a quick look in seven or eight wrong directions, the wrong smile, having been misplaced in nearsightedness. dark and beachy, a sleepy confession toasted, one and two sets of twins, i manifested a double, know it's really you, and both of yous knows it too.

today i remember many stories, wnt to hear? wandering how my mind's just gone blank; but imagines a project with an optimistic start, catching it at just the right time's a most importants.