please never forget
my dear sweet pea,
there’s nothing so trife
for to make light life——
that even lowly spoon
who scoops moo’s milk
can hum on drums
and plum one’s glums,
if you hop on a train
then you’ll have to remain——
and to wake is to sea
between dreams, sweet pea.
and to wake is to dream
between seas, sweet be.
sam scorsby is a visionary heartist and dreamweaver from albuquerque, new mexico, usa, earth, milky way, local group, source who makes haunted folk songs, mirror-dialogues, and playful zines where “me” and “you” blur into one. sometimes he’s a billion virgins in bed with each other trying to figure out what love means, sometimes just an elf with a banana cream pie, but always circling the same soft truth: we are here, we are here, we are here.
