Soothe child, say it

Yes you are going to cut yourself, but under the dull of an old blade.  Dumb.  Arriving almost at that sleight of sound.  Imagined nuzzle of an other.

I surely simply take to the things that are set right there in front of me.

And I find that I’m making memories of angles that couldn’t have been.  And although I know, is what a liar does?  Is his image better?  Is it worth the weight?

This is less a question than a gesture.  Of course, as the wayward would have it.

It has taken a great deal of being taught to finally listen to the ways in which Logic should be heard.  Like God I guess.  Useful fictions for the O.G. desperado guys and gals who are all somehow doubtless out there.

Weary travels what they are, that lay in lingering ills before we got here.  Have lain.  Will lie as we learn their each separating ways.  But we live particulate, even linearly.

Cut the bullshit, dog.  Look it.  You’ll soon have your own pups to muzzle and lead.

And mouths to feed before you eat,

And mouths to feed before you eat.