Your smile is snowfall
Late late in March
Large, fluffy, virtuous flakes
Drifting gently down
Perching along the yawning lawn
With no hope of accumulation

For April's fools
Are sure to be surprised
By the kindred showers
and thunderstorms
That arise when you avert your eyes

How easily your acknowledgment
Is washed away in the rain
The water waves
Towards a dark, primordial, and spherical sea

But my love can not evaporate
And it will never let me be

Why won't you leave me alone?!

I'd rather be alone and alive
Than crowded by your face each time I close my eyes

Enough.

Who do you think you are?
Showing up each spring
To remind me of your round, stumped calves
Supporting your square and stable torso
Encircling your just, moral heart

Suffocated in structure
A wall of fatal lines
Crossed with speed
Only to spur a quickened pace
towards the next

race, race, race

Deadlines approach
NOW
swiftly as death

The only deadline that matters


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By the way things are
the form of the figure
an art so defined
confined
within the walls of its own evolution

Natural Selection
Scarcity
or innovation
of ideas
we hedge on infinity
and then revert
and every so often we look back
salty towers of tears
fruitless being

Five letters
not much to chew
but they put a sore
where you'd like to have more
and rub holes
in your shoe

Five letters
not expressed
or to be out dressed
without a flying
buttress

What if we could imagine
A world without religion
With only God
Only love

Imagination is power
Power to change
We could create
What we would wish

now and always

There once was a girl
Wild and free
Please forgive my cliché
That's how they all tend to be

She caught frogs in the pond
Salamanders in the stream
But she was carried away
Before she even turned sixteen

The reflective waters
Left for reflective glass
Lotions and powders
Replaced forests and grass

She had lost the perspective
Climbing trees can give
She focused on blemishes
Like the point of a pin

Then one sunny day
As she was dressing her head
The mirror fell on her face
And left her for dead