April

Mire and morass
Fog and drear
Cadavers of snow
Spotting the shadows
The aftermath
Of spring’s victory

Etc.

The two people
You’ve never met
Who appear in your dreams
Without faces
Just large heads
Are there for a reason
And it’s not
To help you sleep

I used to sometimes get high huffing Dust Off. Dust Off is compressed air that comes in a can so you can violently blow away all the hair and crumbs and earwax that falls into the crevices of your computer keyboard. So I would suck on that to get high. It’s sort of like the opposite of helium because it makes your voice really deep. I think that’s because it’s probably freezing your insides for a second. It’s very cold and comes with a warning that huffing it could result in killing you instantly. So you huff it and then talk out loud to hear your new voice and it also sounds slow because you’re at that point becoming high and you hear the wah wah in your ears and before you know it but also a year later you have to sit down. And then it wears off in only about a minute or two. When you do this all alone in your garage you need to evaluate some things in your life. You can buy this stuff at Walgreens.
I hate the common line where another artist says that when you first start you will make terrible art but then if you just stick to it you will get better. This is bullshit and maybe even gatekeeping. Everything you make is worthy. Just because you hone a craft doesn’t mean your beginner creations are lesser-than. Just make stuff. Now isn’t a stop on the way to Then. If your work is True it will always embarrass you; it will always make you proud.