the rolling hills keep teasing
the eager squirrels at the bases
they think they’ve made it to the top
when the next hill puts them in their places

the days have grown long
but not quite long enough
it’s a thing you notice once
forgetfulness catches up

i have a problem
i wish it was a secret
my tears betray me
and my heartbeats battle
my composure suffers
slow and grueling death
i wield only my ideas
sharp as a steel sword
and a broken shield
change has no time for remorse

he stands, looking down upon her
she hides her eyes, as to appear stronger
they have betrayed her for the last time
he has betrayed her for the final time
she has given in for the last time
never again will he stand over her

the power of words
can be overlooked
by heathens and saints
and creatures of habit
they wrestle with weak worries
and stab the strong in the back
they forget the power
and that “this too shall pass”

i’m tired of sweet nothings
and prince charmings in dreams
i’m tired of the carousels
and the prince i’ll never meet

I like spending time with people I like
Given, sometimes these people are imaginary
But once in a while I’ll sit
Circular,
Now and then surrounded by friends
Excaliburs and *** on the beach,
I’ve never had *** on the beach, I say
I’ll take *** in the shower, though, you say
We laugh.
We share our O-faces and laugh,
because my Adam’s apple is embarrassed
and you’re missing your fedora.