My thoughts on the breeze
Fall with ease as they please
Like leaves of the trees

      Carried away

In moments as these
I'd gather them briefly
If I knew they wouldn't "leaf" me

It's a fast paced race
With no time to waste
Haste in the chase
At the taste of first place
For everything else
Will be replaced

On the presuppos
  Of happiness
This edge
Is a ledge
So tall
  A high
That I
Can not deny
Regardless
The farthest
       I fall

I pray
for lonely women
this Sunday
afternoon
in the dark corners
of dive bars
none
too soon
they flock
to the watering holes
humming
sad tunes
then slink
to the shady corners
of an underlit room
so I prey
for these

lonely

women
on this Sunday
after noon 0;)

I remember
The mushrooms
& How much
I loved your face
The hollow glow
Of a black lit room
& the way
That they made
    You taste

Like over elated birthday balloons
         On tiny six foot ropes

Tip

     Toe

Tip

     Toe

          Since when
      Have we
Been foe?