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Sombro Mar 2016
Sit naked
Like children matting the lives they may never have
Pit patting innocence on the floor
With tiny, ***** feet.

Simplicity in the curve of her bottom
And the writhe her legs give me
Infantly pleased to see me
Heroicly ignoring the bitterness of an espresso

We can sit together, one day
And chime on our shields
She can play me music
And I can draw her worlds

And toggle life from death
Switch from fight to flee
While she makes melodies
That answer to my name
Just my funny name

I can't imagine
Anymore
Crisps think less
Chips have been sectioned
Never knowing,never fearing
As something so unlike myself
Sombro Mar 2016
She hides among the poppy seed
Sweet brown eyes growing yellow-red
Roots emerging sickly-soft
And ears remembering my rasp -
Rasp she wanted?

She spreads her petals for me
And I see all I wanted
Red coat shed on sunsets of
Pretty skin
So pretty.

She washes with the wind
Eating sunflakes
I don't look at
The black spot on the poppy

Because she's a bloom
Who had stains I never thought of asking for.
Who asks a stencilled crushberry sky
What it will want when it leaves?

When the moon comes up
I feel the old blissful cold
She won't warm me, but
Poppy's make poor blankets anyway

Freckles speckle nothing anymore
And red has fallen silent
I regard the stars she left me
And paint my canvas new.
I guess I just miss my family
Sombro Mar 2016
Tell me
Frog stories
Hop along
Boring saviour.

I worship
Something less than your greed
**** a life of envy
Leave me to my hole
Low enemies of the conscious state.

Hop hop
I'm a wall to you, but
Can walls be leapt around when
Detached stakes build higher?

Drunk wishes form promises
Stamp letters,
But shuffle, laughing diplomat,
Let me be all you daren't to.

I want home
I want living
In a female goal
But studies tie my hands

Tell me I deserve  this.
Blech
Sombro Mar 2016
Drift off
Slower than the tide
And these hazy buttercups
On this Sunday morning
Drift off
And let your fears
Spill into the current
That passes you gently along.

Melodies take me
And light guitar strings murmur
Giving flow to my stiff bones
As they sigh in the sunlight
Staring lovingly into the bluest sky
Bluer than the green water
That sings its own harmony.

Hear the birds chant
Sparks into the air
Hear the water hush
The wind that will never come today
And the chug chug chug
Of that faithful riverboat
Keeping me steadily onwards
On its warm wooden deck.
I hope this takes you somewhere nice, like my riverboat!
Sombro Feb 2016
The green man
Sheds light on my safety
I look at him balefuly and walk through Bleary daytime headlights

Taking the leap together
We don't hold hands, but hopes
And cast hooked wishes into the paths of cars
Catching what we can

Shouts of petty promises
Rain from window panes
I pull in the folds of my jacket from their
Goodnight kisses

Left facing worries
Scratched on metal punchlines
Are no more
Like blinks facing a light long gone out

I don't find what I'm looking for
Or something close to it
But I'm hungry so
I think I'll let the search live
My perspective as I walked down the street
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