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

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…

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

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…

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

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

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens

Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

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