Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.
A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
for whenever men are right they are not young
...on forever's very now we stand.
notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening