Radical Individualism
(For Jax)
Haven't been writing
Still the words haunt me
You're my tolling bell
Swing low
Eat lots of vegetables
Sweet chariot
You're a pistol
Carved out of the ether
No bullets necessary
We're all radicals
Exhaling truth
Inhaling fever dreams
Haven't been writing
God plays peek a boo
I roll over like a mutt