Sylvia’s Longbeaux
I shall de-
sire you of more acquaintance,
Good Master Cobweb…
For the Witchies.
I shall de-
sire you of more acquaintance,
Good Master Cobweb…
Each with a 33
contrarily tucked under their curling tails
for the Quadrupling quarterstitch
So, Where is it then
My silvertine friend
She said to a raven
She said to a loon
Dear A.I., How many times may a mind like mine be safely blown because I blow my mind every day and I’m thinking about going back to school…
Just because
Keeping track of Timelords
As a shepherdess should
Is what she does.
Dammit Ralph,
My passport’s expired again. I haven’t. Not yet…
All I know about these things is less is more. Subject, verb, then object if any. Stop. Have a breath. Must remember to breathe. Use few. Few as possible. Flammable. The more you know the less you use. Careful with kindling. Do not ignite. Less flammable out There when they …
…Did I say space? Because I meant…
Love,
PSL
You’re getting there, Vessel
Give until you have nothing
But space to receive
We shall remember the deepening lake and its take on the unbreakable sky