come closer, come into this

buddha's in the streets teachin' a lesson to kids in the cold

porch poem #39


Goodness exist in the marrying of
applesauce and cinnamon. Some-
thing so simple to me—a forgotten
love from my childhood. 

There are some in the world 
who will never know it. And 
for that I am forever conflicted 
in these moments. 

Clean water on ice.

Ain’t that some shit?