dark palm

transient thoughts

my legs have been tingling for days

is this what it feels like to be chronically weak?

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,i feel a good deal drunker than i would like to be

losing youth

bradford's music always seemed age appropriate

we grew together

been so high lately

lucid limbs

drowsy eyes

an army of paper cranes scuttles above my head

timeline pictograph windchime

i have autumn painted on my bedroom window

solace falls away from the dreamland street lights

LA bungalow uncut palm trees dominate my nightly sights

drooped lid / brown frond / dim lightcap / alive moon

Sun drenched asphalt gravel equipped with invisible steam

Numbered mailboxes stuffed with broken promises