There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion
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
There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter
I am a Libra, can’t you see The meaning of dichotomy The this and that, the you and me The balance and disparity
I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze
Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus
One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.
It’s quite a process To create a person
I’m in the darkness You can’t intervene It’s just what I need For light to shine clean
If they push you Push back And go for the throat
Give me... A campfire, Smokes, And a bottle of rum; I’ll regale you all night long.
Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra
Open your heart to love So you might be able To love your open heart
There’s one thing You should know about us We’re gonna be Uncomfortably close Here is you
Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type