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windy.

windy.

don’t cry.

don’t cry.

lick.

lick.

milk bottle flowers.

milk bottle flowers.

father.

father.

Minerald Minds by Matt Wisniewski.
I now long for a geode face of my own. Too good.

Minerald Minds by Matt Wisniewski.

I now long for a geode face of my own. Too good.

when faces called flowers float out of the groundand breathing is wishing and wishing is having.
when faces called flowers float out of the ground
and breathing is wishing and wishing is having.

of remembering things past.

O, the days of wild abandon:

of vanilla cigars & gin & juice

of honey dripping off your body at night

and ants in the sheets come the morning light

of hoisted up in the shower, twisted & sudsy sex

of breaking the soap dish; not seeing through the steam

of grilling summer peaches for lunch & letting them char & letting them burn

whilst roaming hands went where they needed to be

of having

                 and wanting

                                        and having again

                                                              and again

of the first precocious kiss you planted

of the first name I wrote (it was yours) in the snow

of our initials carved at Coney Island; witnessed by the freakshow & the sand & cotton candy & the boardwalk of our future, good intentions

of soon-to-come growing, great dividing distance and ever increasing melancholia

of jealous tongues of lying teeth of lips imparting desperate, vitriolic goodbyes

of wanting it back

                             -if only taking it back,

                                                      and wanting it back

                                                                                  again

                                                       and again.

I recorded this track of "Somebody To Watch Over Me" for the nuptials of a very very lovely couple. Arrangement by Youka Snell (also playing the fiddle).

hike up your dress and show ‘em them pins.

hike up your dress and show ‘em them pins.