Last Updated On October 19, 2020

 

this - a sky full of thunder Picture this - my telephone number One and one is what I'm telling you Get a pocket computer Try to do what you used to do yeah -Blondie

 

 

Planned Horticulture

I ripped out every page
Crumpled every note, every errand, every future task
In order to choose being
Here.
Its hard to prevent that clouding,
Some aspects of life are invasive,
While other
More tender aspects
Require hot house assistance.

Desire

I’d happily hang on his word

Like a distant train whistle
Place him in my breast pocket
Like a bud in my lapel
or a warrant for my arrest.

Alchemy

Follow all destructions.
I’ll be honest,
I love my own hands
I often want to cup a butterfly or a
Grasshopper, and feel that tickle of life and heat within
Or write in the air
With smoke
swirls and lazy elevation
This is how my hands do it
These inky rorschach’s
These irridescent tears
Changed once upon print
Again upon interpretation
Thrice with time

Jacob Blake

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
All God’s children going to heaven
Birds take wing
Blood consumes pavement
Stunned
But not surprised

 

Last Updated On October 19, 2020

 

this - a sky full of thunder Picture this - my telephone number One and one is what I'm telling you Get a pocket computer Try to do what you used to do yeah -Blondie

 

Planned Horticulture

I ripped out every page
Crumpled every note, every errand, every future task
In order to choose being
Here.
Its hard to prevent that clouding,
Some aspects of life are invasive,
While other
More tender aspects
Require hot house assistance.

Desire

I’d happily hang on his word

Like a distant train whistle
Place him in my breast pocket
Like a bud in my lapel
or a warrant for my arrest.

Alchemy

Follow all destructions.
I’ll be honest,
I love my own hands
I often want to cup a butterfly or a
Grasshopper, and feel that tickle of life and heat within
Or write in the air
With smoke
swirls and lazy elevation
This is how my hands do it
These inky rorschach’s
These irridescent tears
Changed once upon print
Again upon interpretation
Thrice with time

Jacob Blake

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
All God’s children going to heaven
Birds take wing
Blood consumes pavement
Stunned
But not surprised

Last Updated On October 19, 2020

this - a sky full of thunder Picture this - my telephone number One and one is what I'm telling you Get a pocket computer Try to do what you used to do yeah -Blondie

Planned Horticulture

I ripped out every page
Crumpled every note, every errand, every future task
In order to choose being
Here.
Its hard to prevent that clouding,
Some aspects of life are invasive,
While other
More tender aspects
Require hot house assistance.

Desire

I’d happily hang on his word

Like a distant train whistle
Place him in my breast pocket
Like a bud in my lapel
or a warrant for my arrest.

Alchemy

Follow all destructions.
I’ll be honest,
I love my own hands
I often want to cup a butterfly or a
Grasshopper, and feel that tickle of life and heat within
Or write in the air
With smoke
swirls and lazy elevation
This is how my hands do it
These inky rorschach’s
These irridescent tears
Changed once upon print
Again upon interpretation
Thrice with time

Jacob Blake

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
All God’s children going to heaven
Birds take wing
Blood consumes pavement
Stunned
But not surprised