angels made my playlist

they got in there

sneaky sweet quiet little things

i put a spell on you, dood

and

wing, that one rarely comes up

and

i forget the rest

oh yeah, the velvet underground or lou reed- what was that? i'm beginning to see the light. 

earlier in the day it had been science fiction, double feature.

and

cash in crockett

you got your peanut butter in my chocolate, again.

can we just be the ones for eachother and cross that one off the fucking list?

you know- 99 problems? 

unconscious and conscious

in play

attraction repulsion and the middle place, as previously noted

falling in love series

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these compulsions

a song for everything

a cigarette of some sort

a beverage

the fone

it's my child's 11th anniversary of birth tomorrow. my greatest teacher.  

fog, dream series

part of the house burned. 

just the top corner. we put it out in time.

but then i felt compelled to change the topic to advice for dogs, repost:

if ya wanna catch it, ya gotta drop it.

advice for dogs, dreams; same thing.

the shit that goes past my window

there must be thousands of people thinking the same thing about their windows. in different vernacular. obviously. 

and, it's all love. does this trip anyone else out?

en francais

ce nest pas un chapeau

growing things are all around

i have a dear friend who plants gardens where there were none

i see it in his smile when he tells me about nurture and his roots

he is not a father in the literal sense 

but he reminds me of mine, conversations sometimes feel surface 

or

similar or limited 

i am lucky

i am healthy

i am active

i am surrounded with abundance

fathers and father figures lighting the way for gratitude

words, seeds, growing things

lightning field

warm rain

no mistake

***

imaginary conversation:

dad: i have a surprise 

me: (it isn't april fools and i am not five) you are secretly a millionaire but you 've been waiting to make sure i could take care of myself before you made me trust fund child at age forty six?

heard on the street, series, alamo square

don't be the first one to text, whatever you do