The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
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
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…
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
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
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
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
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
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
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.
