Stuff and

the weather cleared my dear
across the wooly skies
in my head
instead of the acordian blues
i got a closer translation

words just travelled
stella speeds through the....where words travel from
and to?
well, they landed up on my door
the wooden fact of a doorframe is

stuff and
kind words my dears
and a visa with a return address on

to write you
you know that i would

if only i could
put recipiants in place
to feel the stomach whoop i felt
when that little buzzzz

came in on the internet just now

reality just dipped out and then collapsed. I
clear the clouds out and put a mountain top in its proper place.

sticks and bricks
little house i build with my own constellations
now its nonsense
but im made of the right stuff to enjoy it