Life lived with melancholy is none thus decent
Romance has long been a disbelief until recent
Faced with souls of false benevolence that are countless
Gives me the urge to turn away from what is mountless
Angels were no more than mere demons in disguise
Preying on those with benefit will lead to their demise
However, the apple soon fell from the lonely tree of wither
And made its landing through the serene waters hither


Long have me and her walked across the grey shore
Until the journey soon brought to us a place to adore
A tree of healthy brown wood and green leaves
Grass so wholesome there was no more to please
The dusk settling in the western horizon by will
Where nature had its shine by the sight so tranquil
She and I sat upon nature's carpet under the tree
Gazing at heaven's eye whilst the apple has the watery clean


All the waves move in silence of our moment together
Not only externally but inside she and I become linked
Sitting close with each other embracing all around us
The touch is the key to proving our ever-longed bond
Two hearts become one as hands start the ****** caress
Kissing and hugging in the twilight is the divine love
The red sky of peace is a witness to our true unity
Beyond the surface has the apple turned fully ripe

Emily dropped out of Humboldt State,
22 years old.

She paints fences
for money and
takes the train into the hills-
finds fireflies,
sleeps on the sand,
empties wine bottles,
can't pay her rent. It's 345.

Her apartment is small,
400 sq. feet.
Had a guy sleep over last night
in the kitchen on a blowup mattress.

She wrote about it in a journal,
the one I gave to save her
from rain, fog, and moments
like this.
Flickering sky,
distant glitter of valley stars.

You're all out
with friends,
and terrible music.

That's the first stanza
of the first poem here.
The next is different.

Stay where you are,
we don't need you or
the simulated *** you call dancing.

When you've grown up,
like I'm trying to (sometimes too fast)
you will walk out of one of those clubs
and see the clouds have cleared.

Then, after you've discovered that you have a body,
you'll see it as a tool,
like a hammer you watched your father
swing a dozen times in the shed.

That's all it is:
A tool for your spirit.