art-time-collective

Caught in a warm, fortunate updraft
Here in L.A.
Tailpipes cry the Wednesday-blues
Songbirds sing the news

Cacti grow so slowly, above the kitchen sink
Wishing they could dance the night away, with us
As we shuffle in the moonlight below
The heavy-beats get so soft and squishy

Squash-squirm, am I safe?
I am
Amongst all these human arms
There are infinite potential hugs

Let’s dance in our socks
And when we hold hands later-on
We can remember that there really is something,
and it really does exist..

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