Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight
I see a bee pollinate a flower I see a girl dance to her favorite… I see two men swing and dissolve I see a wolf thin a herd I see You, being You, just to be…
Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus
Working towards Common goals
Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you
I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between
My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God
Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
It’s quite a process To create a person
It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes
I might be self-absorbed But I’m not selfish I work on Myself Because that’s the best way For Me to help Us
There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter
My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy