Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

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…

A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour