The sun does not set
When euphoria rises
In our little world

I once knew a woman that
could roll herself into a perfect ball.
She rolled all over town.
It didn't seem that unusual; sad,
but not strange.
Lots of people are all balled up.
I caught glimpses of her face.
It was often expressionless.
She had a flat affect.
Sometimes, she'd come out of her ball,
and smile.
She was gorgeous, educated, and
had a great sense of humor.
But when I'd get too close,
she'd get back into her ball
and roll away.

Smell the
newborn puppies;
placenta from heaven,
like candy canes and
burning leaves.
Stay green as long as
you can.
Drink up the sunrise like
a chocolate malt;
because tomorrow comes
with a sigh...

Sometimes life doesn’t give us any opportunity
To be how you wanna be
Sometimes it doesn’t let us feel
How we want to feel
But what i have realised is
We take life for granted
And forget about the things we already have
Let us learn to appreciate what we have
Until we lose it all

With my hair unleashed,
strands fall to meet the crevices
of a sweaty neck.

See the black dye mirrored,
hands stained with disdain -
she watches.

A rendez-vous so scented,
slick with gazes squandered
loose after I wandered.

Most trees grow apart
a sad break for older paths
leaves fold like friends fall