Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
From the day that we met your name has bounced around in my… increasing in volume it’s really loud now but i don’t mind
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
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.
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
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
