The August Project

You forget everything is attached to wires.

Getting up sometimes does work.

Once you missed salving your left hand. That hurt for a while.

Rain drops inside.

Peace should never be left to them.

The morning parrots are night’s ghosts rearranging.

We should get drunk more often and hold hands.

To have gone away or reframed the problem.

There’s music on the road: pick it up! it sings.

Better to have let the cats look after the station.

Needing no locks. Then kiss me!

Patience is my secret vice.

Making green water.

Even the trains need to rest.

Careful on the slope.

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