Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…

Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more