rewind

I'm crushing
                      the blues.
of the sequence granted, I'd make lines and I think that
Lines can cut at our souls

I want to uncast bits
but past the moments of folly i see
the banjo drives and lilting beauty lurks

we swipe off the plate to make all anew.

It is clean under my soap soaked nails.
it is nailed under my soaked clean soap.

timing is all but wrapped and I send an sms
(because this txt thing was another life)
the returns are as expected
and the smiles are also as expected
the coming away is always

yet not always happy...