the yellow moon is hanging over roof tops
as i pedal silently through the quiet streets
the stench of recently deceased chickens,
sur la masse
wafts across the parks and down alley ways
infiltrating the cool scent of pavement
unwelcome, like a forgotten
lover ringing the bell for service
i realize now that i have been
chasing what i already have
a place to call my own
and not feel that i shall be leaving
all to soon,
for good things can happen
to fools such as I.
falling in love all too often.
the city is sleepwalking
i move between spaces
below ground our train
induces mid-level panic
within commuters fragile minds
my neck itche... |
You belong with the mice and water
In the sewers of my mind
I think we should take a break and...
I think you should die
{I’m not fit for t... |
put them together my friend
put them together with your hands
sweeping up pieces of me
sweeping of pieces of you
that hair elastic shal... |
How. often. do you. have to. grind. into me. without me. realizing. you would be. a good. lover. I’m getting gang-banged by my past and you just... |
sweeping up pieces of me
sweeping up pieces of you
that hair elastic you left on the floor
ill keep it there
a reminder of you |
I need a name for the part of the the tide
where the most of the flotsam goes
the part of the water responsible
for the cramping of the rows
of... |
I love my woman when she's in my arms
when her head is rested on my chest
its when I am the closest to her charms
that I forget how much I need... |
So often, we are
barricaded by numbers
figures, with no form
I wondered at these
Simple constraints on my words
and my thinking too
Thoug... |
 On Heartbreak...
I've come to the conclusion that having your heart broken transforms you, or at least me, into a child.
Aside from the initi... |
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