I want late night drunk calls
about who gives a **** what.
I want your **** opinionated voice
ringing in my ears.
I want you to **** me
by only intriguing my mind.
I want someone open
and honest
That doesn't leave me blind.
I want poetry
of how the alcohol that burns in your throat feels just
as if you're saying my name.

I find it downright admirable
to read the thoughts of ordinary people
which may transpose letters on the sheet,
forming eternal words with magic meanings.
I tend to think there is a hidden power,
because some souls can be healed with good metaphors.

Frown upon my withered heart!
and wipe away my tears.
Catch the nightmares, catch my dreams,
ensnare my childish fears.

Protect me, Catcher, put me down
and watch me sleep to-day.
the worries they encase me,
my dream’s the price I pay.

The morning comes unfiltered
the cycle is broken for now
Oh Catcher! my Catcher!
My faithful night snatcher!
Laid a kiss on my wavering brow.