a whisper. yelling,

do we have. anything. or are we on the blvd? get printed. worried. just sleep. now. i'm so fucking heavy. like pounding branches. they may touch our roof. they can touch all they want.. they are not getting in. pounds in. pound out. break all this glass. i'm walking on. that empty avenue. gets so filled around this time of year. and love is and love i is an abstract not i notion. or did i trip over that on purpose. ? i will figure it ou tomorrow. into my bound journal i will vomit these ideas. just sleep. just sleep. wel. well.