Do artists fall in love easily? I built my house on the sandy loam sinking from underground rivers, aquifers. The southern window faces seaward for a little while longer. Long time no see baby darling doll face honey. If melancholy doesn’t come from what ifs then it must be the background track. I can’t sit still in this hard wood seat and still stay to myself in lone wolf crap myth that puts a gun to my head and says buy that black jacket. I et awreddy mama why you get on ma case agin?! Gin makes you sin doc man that’s some wisdom right there yeh but tequila makes ya squeala.
ryan meyer art rapid prose poem 1