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Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
