well, you see, writers can’t help but write
it’s a part of who we are
the thing is we are
hoarders of words
but givers of truth
maybe man’s footprints get washed away
by the seas
but a writer’s ink does not dry
until it finishes its story

things did get better
you just had to believe in it

;

snugglewumpus
snookie cookie
munch munch
snarky warky
snek snacc
banana toosh
kelpy brain
lovable dork
marshmallow ****
but most of all:
my favourite poet

poems are great
but not as great as you
art is great
but not as great as you
ice cream too
but hey,
still not as great as you

on an average
we think 50,000 thoughts each day
40,000 of which are negative
dear, that 10,000 is you

let your fingers roam
upon my deep blue seas
Aphrodite’s seafoam
heaving under me
hightides upon shallow land
waves pound forth ragged lands
a race towards the shore
by the gods you make me want more

Walking home
at twilight:

the gentle breeze

the lavender sky

the wave goodbye
before the sun
closes its eyes

and the lingering disquiet
of knowing
you're all alone
for the next several blocks