green green
like moss beneath Moon
and Moon is lit up, perhaps
half or more or less some little
as leafy litter tickles the street
and a gust
in riot
solitary opens
with a voice of Autumn and
bronze dust body
that in nails and toes
of alleys and houses
sits and sleeps
old lady knitting spiders
and rats
in antique blazers of black
as a car whispers by
swift like a hiss
or a city’s small sigh
that startles the silver-eyed lizards
and they scatter
as wheat breaths away
into into into the browny blue
and gold gold
like cold sun
that beats and licks all noise to fire

and rises, it rises fatly
with the lone gust and the white

If you
close your eyes and count to ten
hold your breath and do it again,
it doesn't work,
it's still Monday.

The news is on the radio and
you know it's not too good,
coffee's in the beaker
and that is.

do people use beakers anymore
or is it just me being a mug?

well,
you may enjoy the day
you may wish it away
I'm going out to play
at being an adult.

Each one of your smiles
is a sunflower planted in my soul.
Dispel of this darkness and despair
and cover it with your garden.

totter
teeter
got to keep it stacked,
difficult
when everything's cracked.

But
it's not like I'm crossing Niagara
or
taking ****** to keep me up,

the fine line,
the tightrope,
one side is desperation
and the other side is hope.

It's Wednesday,
the fifth day and there's
only one way that we can go,

the duvet calls to me,
'come back and lay under me',
an offer I can hardly refuse,
but I do.

Take this pain away from me, take this heart and leave me be.
A love so deep it burns...
The craving for it is forbidden to me.
Daring to my disclosure of the unforeseen.
I need you, I ******' love you.
Come to me.
NOW....
I miss you...
It hurts.
I feel empty...
Treasureless gold and anything I can do to distract myself from it.
The heavens want us together, my twin flame.
Can you feel it?
The intensity of it is so untouched, passionate and chaotically
driven, pulsating through every vain like a quench of thirst that is impossible to satisfy, gripping tight onto my lost soul like a clutch being pushed on hold.
Darling, I ****** love you
With everything I have inside of me.
Continuously shaking, Are you watching me?