Release my ashes in the winds of mars.
Fill my head with facts and ancient wars.
Drop me off at buildings where I remain
for hours until there is nothing left to gain.

I'll wear a hat and a robe
like many others roaming our globe.
Carrying a ticket, hidden in my frontal lobe.

Once I hopped off my bike and closed its lock
I'll understand no one has the right to mock
me for my inconsistencies.

I intended to be me
so let me be.

I've found my loveable distraction
For until next semester.
In this courtyard I am jester
In the other a simple contraction

Of a muscle deeply lain
By time ungodly strain
And barely managing to contain
Its unearthly fluid.

Its tissue's not the issue.
It's the impact of the brain
Turning this naive heart insane.

Asleep it's fine.
After dinner and wine
You make me want to intertwine.

Remove your shirt
And take my skirt

Dancing *****,
I bet Patrick's very girthy.

Not shaken, endlessly, mistaken, dead.
In nature I am sly,
when thinking rather shy.
Decisions in less than a day,
like whether or not you're going to stay,
should all be made alone on roofs.

I am the one who goofs.
Now please don't run away.
I can also take the check and pay.
You think of saying bye,
your clock says time to go back to my
not taken, hopelessly, forsaken, bed.

In the midst of rings they danced.
At night, when grey with all its might takes over.
In fog and mist and smoke and clouds,
at places surrounded by mossy trees and crows in crowds,
the cornerless figure of nature grows.

I saw them.
They were as in trance.
I fled because I didn't know their dance.