half ass harvest when alone
one dog buries fewer bones
giving up on blowing kisses
predicting future waste of wishes
long cold winter checkin’ mail
singing songs for only angels
operation spankings fills my heart
still residing lovely eyes full of sparks
making mixtape of your voice
mapping signature such wild noise
nice to see our names together
you warned hierarchical message nature
feeling cutoff yet alluring trust
fires burning wanting us
this my way to let off stream
bugs on tree I dream of thee.
Day Gun
