Window Seat


don't want nobody next me.
(I don't)
don't wanna time travel no more.
(I wanna be here)


not there. in a


tangled thicket
mental.
garish makeup
face.


worthless as half-baked cake,
silly witless dove
heart ablaze for intrigue.


aflame with lust,
children of Samaria like,
Daniel wrote.


replica replacing authentic,
external shell inches to make
miles instead of the soul.


what's really real?


window seat please and if anysoul selling trust, I'm buying by the BULK.