The only moments in life when I’m 100 percent happy, almost deliriously happy, is when I’m writing, so that there is this feeling of creation of what you can do with words, this joy when you hit on something. Well, I know what Freud would say about all this, but that doesn’t worry me. I’m just very happy when I’m writing.
“E’ry knee bends when the engineer cue his stems
Wax nostalgic ’bout future events
Unlawful possession of financial instruments
Frowny Face
Made haste to vacate the place
The ride smelled like wedding cake
Steeplechase
She pressed gas, I pumped the brakes
Sheepish face
How bad you wanna know, like a box of unmarked VHS tapes (How bad?)
In your Dad’s storage space nobody knew about
‘Til he passed, they called, the payment was late
The rust flaked off when you raised the gate
“Toodle-oo.”
“Goodbye Mr. Wolf.”
“Toodle-oo.”“
billy woods | “toothy”