 He is the founder and executive director of quiet lightning and the founding editor of lit scene which is now an app Then he got a loop station and a kalimba, and I think you're gonna see what happened next. So please welcome Evan Karp Then you will feel better since that's what's important when the sky clears and the bells toll Won't remember the ritual or how to find yourself if you are in an abusive relationship Won't remember aches in the chest a shred of your shame or why you felt it in the end Has nothing to do with friendship If anything goes but have some integrity then why do you ask if you are not careful when the darkness is behind you If you are not afraid of getting sick and a little hurt over or emotionally scarred If you remember to be taught in the university when someone you love tries to hurt you Then do your best to stop complaining when you shame yourself Nobody knocked on your door what you couldn't say The moon is full odd at the possibilities of the internet Fears for just one afternoon You keep listening to the same song and what's the use of building a bridge when you were feeling well enough Anything goes. Yeah, but you're out of drugs I learned when you cannot talk because too much talking if the streets Won't remember love or light or the difference with daylight Candles you won't remember the negative space on your walls Anything goes But no one will help you then don't talk to me about that It's not fair to assume you're any different if it is true and you have already packed your bags I remember when your chest aches too much Anything goes but life is short Someone you know is engaged in domestic You won't remember what it feels like to give of yourself and stop cheating You won't remember how to die and what could you possibly show me when your clothes fit just right You can't make burritos Anything goes, but that's not It helps to just spit it out Inside this is a good thing if the fire within is capable of being sparked by a last-minute cast of snow to be married When the sun came out, you'd laugh at the worst thing to the world You'd have to, baby, because it makes sense that people know first that rain And the valley ground is empty When you're wishing upon an old flame Then the heart stops to look as if they're old and we're measuring You won't remember the words of a symptom that you do You have to keep stopping to recall your truths Every five stops will shut us down So that you'll miss your places And if you look like your father, then you should probably see adoption Prior to creating something beautiful Right now, I just want to feel something beautiful When you put everything you have into one usage Then prophecies will have to suffice When we make eye contact and we welcome out Why you wanted to eat so much For what you did with your time When we run out of water You won't remember your name or the word for help Or how to say thank you Everything has been described Then you can start to breathe again Then moisture became a limit You won't remember how this used to fit in And you'll turn off the lights Right before you close your eyes When your friend is in town Anything goes, but I'll never forgive you If it is your job being documented When the past catches up to you When people no longer talk to trees When you are asked for my pity You won't remember crying in the streets Mankind is out of fashion If you are bold enough to risk self-righteousness If you act on chance, I can't act Then again, then again This is not what my voter for Why you needed a notebook When you have a pocket student Someone you know thinks life is like this Something that doesn't seem to be That you are not the respect of your family That is not your ultimate value But I won't remember the word after the phone When you would make this right When you are asked how you can do anything That befits your legacy When you're open-minded But you just can't do anything In the end, when trash hits you After action, I contact them One cliche One trendy crap One thesis statement When it gets the person When the time is right And somebody else gets the order Money is the nation But in the end, this being Is a joke for every friend You actually need more structure You are overflowing with hope And you are now In mankind Out of precious lead With carelessness I just want it to be true Something also I don't Have to die In our times It makes sense that people know you by name So I don't by precious lead You like to own your own years You just don't want to act If the time is right With carelessness With your own self-righteousness Something you should know What to do with your family You should not be around in your values You have to have some kind Of stopping to avoid To avoid your truth Every five and a half And it slows you down So that you miss your appointment Right now You're not afraid of getting sick Or hurt Or emotionally scarred It is your job or your own You can't throw my precious lead With carelessness Right now I just want to feel So I don't my precious lead With carelessness Right now If you could nurture the heroes Of tomorrow What would they do? I would say You have to write your own book, a legend Am I the scream I need to let out? Too busy correcting the metaphor That spilled naturally Out of my mouth To enjoy an oscillation Is it required To see digging in a green notebook? What I contact Most stare at the drift Of the clouds To keep it Together It's easy, it's easy Just pretend you're sad Which makes that That Which it is Which makes that Climbing through an empty heart You have all the time you need Desserted backgrounds Limits maintained Overbrush Rotting fruit on the vine For everything you have all the time you need You have more than enough time Rotting fruit compost For barren trees Pulse dropped Dark spot Moon obscured by clouds You have more than enough time Blinding reflectors Bald tires And an empty tank of gas Oh man, am I still recording? Absolutely terrible Driving through an empty heart In less than months Fundamental Nothing but deadlines and no hurry That which makes that Childhood apocalypse If you adjusted Fundamental Adjusted to inward Moving forward Instead of returning It's the unwound sheet of the roll Of toilet paper flapping Audibly in the silence Reminiscent of flags In university courtyards If the sound of toilet paper Responding to the wind Was reason enough to hydrate To hate that alarm Your brother is sleeping In your bed right now Two days after the fight There's no more Bob's burgers You spent 20 minutes Re-living your own Facebook And downed it at the moment If the silence is music To your muted soul If you go to sleep without saying good night To your poetry letting it settle In the bottom of your river While you seep out the windows The light down the sidewalk If you had said bridge or to the prosidio If there had been flying involved In beams If there had not been a sense of something fragile