as if sealed away in a locket
not willing to remove it from the
set on fire, ready to sail the roc
range hindered as it’s not in sock
heart beating to the melody of a h

it can take the butterfly a long t
stretch its wings to the full leng
using them as antennas to look int
the future and know how many beans
if while fumbling in the pocket, t

with hardness of heart
great gnashing there will be
lost in eternity
if one came back
they would see

you could smell it
like it is smoldering
under the shavings
then it eats its way out
and sharing with the wood

the tender curls of the leaves
bring the gardener to his knees
to touch the softness, stroking it
it’s not time dear to go into hidi
stay and splay your beauty more

in the dream
if you get killed
you are dead–
but are you really?
in reality–

as the hearts truth
was once told
on gray with red letters
to match the blood spilt
from it’s top, with the cap

if only to have him see
that the inside of the marble
wont roll, tilted
but the pink of the rose
will go up the nose

all my progress was placed
in the lost or stolen box
as the train of eyes cross the sky
in puffs of clouds racing
for the chicken soup

pull the towel back out
carefully folding it and
placing back on the shelf
will allow it to grow mold
in able to flavor the cheese