A sound of light-up things / what happens when fruit is fed to a mouth / half dressed because coffee / how together we are.
A sound of light-up things / what happens when fruit is fed to a mouth / half dressed because coffee / how together we are.
THE MOON IN HIS POCKET
A poem by Dehlia Ackley.
Set to
Music by Alan Prevallet
It’s wednesday.
It’s 1:05. Afternoon.
I just spiked my coffee with Jameson.
I really don’t want to argue about which Chakra is the best Chakra.
Let’s agree that the heart wins.
I will take a walk about it.
Saying yes to this kind of day is the first step.
Just look at this town is the second step.
Third step is you that you want to have it figured out by the fourth step.