Lvs: simple or compound?

Its getting dark and I live in a place with a lot of ash trees.
My house just a few puddle splashes away, I hole up somewhere else with
walls of fish and lights that hopefully will not turn off.

I read everything I get my eyes on; Learn my friends have words that swell and fill places inside me that I didn't even know existed, like I maybe have a tiny bit more past this skin that is immune to poison ivy. a fraction of an inch more.

It looms like something I am thankful for. A goodbye is a journey. A see-you-later. A love.
CARPE ABSURDEM.

Where I find things that I want, too. Wine and walls to paint. She just bought a new house to fill with our warm bodies and dreams, in a filthy gritty city. I want roofs and roughs. I'm glad to know where I can go. How I got into this. I've forgotten even the simple answers - I'm proud of her blonde head that she knows to just be. ars poetica.