I have that swipe keyboard on my phone where I draw a line between the letters to write the w… Sometimes, it mistakes the word

Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.

Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!

In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold

Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet

Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.

The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call

I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.

Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright

Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you

Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.

This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…

Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,

Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.

The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,