I’ll tear myself from limb to limb For you to suture up again It feels like the perfect win/win To play our roles, morals and sin

The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi

We were having the time of our liv… Two friends seeking joy We bonded over the basest things Doughnuts, kerosene, and Playboys

Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme

You showed me the switch And all that comes with it Karma’s a bitch

We gave our world to Father Time To fill our pockets up with dimes While Mother Nature sits and crie… And waits for us to open eyes

My soul tells me that you will run I think that sounds like lots of f… I’ll chase you deep into the sun Where lovers meet and melt as one

The worst thing we could think abo… Is that our tooth and nail don’t c… That we could bite and scratch and… And not make difference at all I hate to say, that will happen

Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings

Agile Mobile Versatile Tactile Virile

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus