were you really a whore
in a way
which way
in the classic doing what it takes to make a profit way
you had a job
i have always had a job ever since you came along
i made you a whore
no i did my whoring before you came along, you made me a teacher
not for profit?
not for profit
everything up for grabs nothing comes is easy change is the only constant but the change you talk of is different so anthropic as if this arrangement of flesh is not bound to all other arrangements of flesh that make the world as if we are the whole world itself we are of the world we are a part of the world as much as we can change that is all we need to change
pushing the timeline into the night just outweigh the desire for sleep these little bodies are high energy burnouts all invested in the moment and then just collapse into sleep whenever they can wherever they are they lack the discipline not yet have the ritual of a day to navigate through know not the importance of the sun so we will take the time we can get while they are napping without the resources of addictive alleviation the supplicant of sleep deprivation will serve as customary creative cream
i need a hand
how about a smile
i want your eyes
you eat too much
hand eyes and ears thank you very much daddy
once upon a time fattening ourselves in la ville de Bourges riding through a swarm of butterflies upon a motobécane passing houses which formed the very narrow alleyways themselves through the town making our path down to river and onto the marshes to stroke a cat and kiss away an afternoon
sharp reedy eyes hide the thoughts of a youth gone awry a head engraved with names and titles no light thing for any wandering soul a burden for what should be light feet traipsing through a world of wonder and exploration by all means read but let not words weary the head and weigh the soul for life is a long farewell there is only so much time to say hello