I swear riding on that bike with you, holding on to your back for my life, and seeing you smile just like that is, the closest we've ever been to each other.
you dont like poetry especially mine why cant you understand that every word is not exaggerated but it is exactly what I think just covered in silk robes and crowned with flower petals why can't you understand that I dream of green forest and crystal clear oceans that I am not trying to be edgy I'm just trying to understand myself
Comfortable with a shift I am light fitting about in small clarities each of a color nearer night or dawn depending
and this mini-series of decay a single barb on a small rose exhausting itself on the sleeve of a thin blue shirt in spring and just a bit of my right arm see it exalting at my drawback
I have seen a day pulled from time with crashing disjunctures broken seconds cutting indiscriminately we are so viciously small at this end of being serial
and i am listening into orifices of wonder wavering memories in memories of ink easier with the current of the cool ever darkening lightening skies as they charge themselves with a day while i sleep