Patrick Johnsonyou lay on my desk sleeping
gray and white thing of sloth
as if your time is unlimited
I know that you'll be gone
I can see your timeline outpaced
way before I'm at the end of things
and you won't be there when I check
the doors, the food bowl, or water
every night
and somehow I'm supposed to
move on without you
when you finally go away
you stupid fucking cat
I stood outside in at the corner of my house where my favorite tree bows heavy with thick green while two birds fought behind me two slashes of white and blue while the clouds hung heavy in the sky pr
there are two ways to go about this first be quiet and let it sit deep on the inside while you stay passive so it forms a cancer in your throat that ruins all that is good or second take what it is sh
it's all held together by the golden ratio holy shapes the bees know this mundane thing becomes more than gods or purpose it becomes a miracle every waking moment constantly moving with an invisible d