gasoline and fire
bow tie tuxedo
scuffed once shiny shoes
yesterday's Sunday paper
red convertible
throw's him the keys,
you're driving honey.

cold front coming
come back running
heat wave leaving
leaves stop breathing
breath seen seeping

such a trend, the burning of nostrils
such a fad, the decimation of teeth
such a leader, the inhaler of fumes
such a cool kid, who followed them all and ended up only to CHOKE
On    
      his
           own
                  *****.
I promise!
such a skeleton, the teller of all these tales.

Indentations of beautiful expectations.
I want to be lost in you.
Until we are lost in wrinkles.

fingertip grooves feel tree bark grooves as it moves so smooth I'm soothed.
you've looked with eyes,
never felt with sense
denying the other 4 seems of not enough intent.

surfing the surface of the sun I seem to have seen the somber
kaleidoscopic butterflies brushed by the taste of metallic fantasies.

grazing the grasp of the grass I have gotten a glimpse
venomous ants accepting the fact they are no longer ample amidst my anchors.

containing the crowds of clouds I have caught a concert
deceiving pigeons peeping their precious pasts as they pull towards my parchment.

Who could weather they ways I write whilst weeping at the wondrous woe's of nature?