I've bitten into so many;
Waxed and sugary
From the sharp wild strawberry
To the bus stops dry thorny sloes
The over and the under ripe
Even as I attend to the flesh
I can predict what my tounge will tell
It's full of seeds
The texture is too wierd
This one is sacrine sweet
These have a fishy smell
You'll need a special knife for that
And you aut to cook this one just right
That one is poison
Remember to wash your hands
pickings are slim
Rove and scan
Pick and grow
I didn't notice you there
Standing in plain sight
Couldn't see the wood for the cherry tree
The dark subtle fruits
That you made easy to reach
Simple to consume
I didn't even have to climb
It was comforting
I can't even describe the texture or taste
You are just what I want
To linger in the boroughs of you

I came across your hand again
It was itching around my mind
And it tugged at me today
Somewhere I'd felt your soul before
Hidden between some lines
I could pick your writing in a million
The structures that I sank within
From this person out of sight
"Raptured" you said you were;
The itch cooling in my minds eye
As I took in your photo
You looked like an angel
Your skin made me cry

They were all just hooks
Baited and set
Waiting for just that one big fish
I caught the unique piscine
With my own wierdo scent
He swam up the bank
And sat there with me
On the wet grass
Right where you are now
Entirely lovely
In every Facit
I wanted to wander
Under his surfaces
He was in fact
Countless fathoms of deep
The wierd fish began to gasp
I helped push him back
With a primordial feel
As he slipped away
I felt the connection
Through the waters of the earth

There's a blackbird in my heart
I plucked his feathers everyday
Each new bloom, pointed and itchy
Grew anew
And I plucked it every day
There's a blackbird in my heart
And it listened very tall
It knew who hated me
And that was mostly all
There's a blackbird in my heart
That I never let speak
His song and tone were wrong
Like a record played on the wrong speed
There's a blackbird in my heart
And I hated it so
I would rip its beak off
But it doesn't let me close
Untill I read Bukowski
I dispised the little creep
And through the tears and sobs and snot
I heard a tiny peep
There's a blackbird in my heart
And it's time to set it free

I can't be blue
They want yellow
Mild and light
Or green
Who is understandable
Aceptable as violet
Common as red
All the spectrum of the light
In the realms of a kaleidoscope
I want to be melancholy
Paint over the azure
Staining in tones of midnight navy
Its OK to be morose
It's a part of the pallete
After all, you wanted to live?
You wanted to feel?
So feel
Mix it up in cobalt
Inky to almost black
Let my expression alone
I want to feel sorrow
In shades of deppest indigo
To drift on the blue spiral arms
Just around the milkyway