JAKOB DYLANS



still there muted change
chill river w/ my toes
wrap jagged pinecone

a skinzone for smooth
sinew joints of what builds
truss jaw supports wave of hush

heave a scarab gentle into canyon
i could be turned under by boulders
rockman is a mirror a talk to a sing w/

oh sweet somethin'
i in my pockets i a candycoat
hand on knee for 1500 miles or so

is money a tree
is temperature of my skin
the deciding factor of die or die??

or die or die or die
there are no options for wind
for a son to dart sky

or destroyergod is a destiny too
to catch fireflies in glass
is a killing is a way to see the movement

gusseted to one another
by air of clammy back carry
shiver clouded spring to leave

i am a walk away rainwall
is zero is car on the highway w/ lights open
these are canines

they are good for tearing flesh
they are good
for tearing

flesh
they are good
& my paws are coated in phosphorescence

which wilds me
to fur stand against
to lick the pitch under a moonlit

a good squash a firm fruit
about rosy face is wet
w/ the appetite of cannon fire

an asleep in the grass more than lost
to become ground above my numb reach
treading soil for the roots to break