Pot grown forest.diary

Couldn’t bring myself to complete on 

that deal the connection booked 

and water stained tenterhooks 

Stretching palmology with blended 

Machined pentangled stripes. 


forest growing within trailing pot with 

scenes that flew south on the truth 

that no longer needed winter turning

as purple boot woke me up.


The lamp post humming orange 

Ten stakes that begun to take away 

velvet guilt of the lose of childhood 

that Hide away behind a vanity 

Case of mirrored emotions. 


as Best before German orange drink 

Once said I picked off my green leafs 

There’s no benefit in letting you drum on 

without rattle let’s believe for a second 

and oil our skins in beetroot.