when he left his post, the oil ceased to be produced, for now
that which made him a new world man
old world plans kept trying to surface
the same old story
a great sea lion ambassador came today with tidings from the great clan sea lion
the sand beneath my feet smooshed
later, he became a criminal, to watch beautiful women walk by
to breath in the plasma
to wonder
long breaths of the pores through silent firling waves
perfume letter g’s
i could still hear your voice
youre the only one i would listen to
atleast for the breif time i saw you
somehow it still seems im taking your direction…
Regular Clouds 