~
      
           If
            I
        Could
         Find
           The
            Rhymes...
    Would
         You
             Be
                Mine?

~

She cries late
                  every night
     Turns off all the
                           lights
         Sits in bed
bawls
             her eyes out
      in the dark
Cutting out pieces
      of her heart
No one can see
                          the scars
           of her sewing
back up her chest
       Soon she will be
             an empty shell
        Hopefully
                    putting her soul to rest
If her heart
                    is no longer there
It can't get broken,
              right?
If no one can see
                          the tears
Then she never cried,
                     right?

we go so deep
that we forget
what's on the surface,
it's a slide, steep
and our fear is
on the playground,
while our focus  
sleeps

we bounce thoughts,
off our paddles
as we serve
linguistic ping pong *****

mischievous baboons.

we tug on playful balloons,
skipping on ribbons,
in the rubber pastel
dances of the shifty winds,
fluttering flocks of
glowing grey moons

we turn tables
like turntables,
on tilted roofs

we lay silent, slanted
kissing devil hooves

-looks up at the sky-
please! whoever is up there!
give me someone who actually cares!
for once!