Words want to be treated like bullets
So I aim words at people’s heads and fire away
I want to open up your mind with words
Because words can be treated as ammunition for the talkative
Musicians to rock with
They build up like resin in my bottomless denim jean pockets
So the second I reach for the credit in my wallet
Words dangle from my fingers like ants
Before you think they’re gone they repopulate
But words just want to be unleashed
So I open up this can of words and hope it doesn’t scare you
Too much
They’re just words
4-Leafed Clover
Definitely made my Wednesday. I used to collect these all the time in second grade on the corner of the bus stop.
The Angel of Central Park
I took this lovely one in NYC. Just being near it gives a sense of protection and repose.
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