Once Upon My Guitar

\
what Once I Played Upon
my Guitar //

LIKE a bomb
inside my empty
S K I N
it’s all
gone inside and dreams
oh nightmares of what
IS THE EVENING LIKE
(Me, American Indian)
A BOMB inside my empty
skin . /dear my love.
We sing. Cry, we
weep for All of Humans
and this sense of Time.
As then once simply
ate a ginger man cookie
and saw everYTHING.
Is my Live remembering
all.
Purple is pretty.
Pink Love weak 🙂 i love
you /those\ archeologist
digging me. I love.
And I beat you there.

:: 01.02.2023 ::