The Good News

Back from camping so many things thought and unsaid
Or said but misstated
Misstated, but not wrong
Interpreted, and never universal
It was actually like looking at the universe for real
Where when we looka the stars in the sky we don’t forget
That we’re gawking from the planet at the infinity of the universe
And its all moving don’t forget y’see
the walk into darkness,
half moments dividing into doubt
and the only recourse is
good company
Good company
And the chill scale
But im highly passive aggressive.
he was
Shirtless,
with scraggly pants held up by that damned belt he always wears;
Intently playing disc games
Playful as fun
As ever,
Memory maker

me: stealing glances
I wind up and down with,
and copying impressions for later uses
makes me tricky and dirty

like camping.