surrender little, half-kissed
i love yous
misspelled with more E's then V's
(I always, sincerely, believed
that V was the principle letter
and L was the principle sound)
and smell something simple
all around every eyelash.

course coffee tastes best
with extra sugar
and extra coffee.
make a note of that
it comes in handy during long vacations.

I'm sorry I'm so quiet around everybody
bodies scare me
every one of them is quite a lot. speaking
of a lot, remember the time
I stopped caring about
the plaid on my shirt
and we kissed anyways?

Good Stuff,

Love, Jonathan

(Sometimes I crackle,
like the sound of a pencil
        that you wanted to break
        to prove to yourself
        that sometimes it's okay to break a pencil

and I wish I could see
beyond the horizon of my own mind
        that glows with the simplest doubt
        and with the simplest fear;
        and so some wrinkles hide under other ones

disease and psychosis
are the best kind of blanket
        like the forts you made as a kid
        where you could hide and they'd find you
        but you could still not listen; if you wanted to)

I'm sorry
that I believe myself too often.
I like to float.

Kite strings are important
to me.
You already knew that.

Somewhere between
the night i kissed you
                in my bathrobe
and the current
              moments we find
              ourselves
crawling around in,

I fell in love with you.

Lovely.
Absolutely Lovely.

I aspire
            you achieve

We work well together,
yes?

I wish I could breathe
in free poetry
It'd make it easier
for me
to pick locks with
diamond corkscrews
and drown my veins
in the sea

I never chose to be
a prophet
Lucky for me that
I'm not
and I'm too busy
shooting dynamite
in an overcrowded
lot.

I don't believe in
Angels' rib-bones
or self obsessive
killer whales
I only picture
sonic-boom clouds
and some lucky
monkey tails

Hey there, kid
look in the mirror
You've got some gerber
on your face
"wipe it off
with my corset"
said the Queen in
all her grace

The knights abandoned
all their fresh blood
and the courtesy
of blades
for the sake of a single ruby
to be run through
by four spades

I hid my eyes
from the man
who covered himself
in tattoos
like a demonic
kind of blanket
and twisted letters
in a noose

apathetic lions don't shave everyday
or anymore
they're apathetic.
allright

people who eat peeps make me think
of people who eat
lucky charms for the pink milk
allright

bees don't sting me anymore
and i feel so
forgotten by venom
allright

someone once sang me a lullaby
i fell asleep
and i dreamed of one note
allright

to harsh consequence
and anxious sundays
and the feeling you get
right after you watch
a movie that wasn't made
with the end in mind.

some people breathe in when i breathe out
some people don't do that
some people have wrinkled smiles
i don't mind. i like it. kind of.

sometimes magenta is the best color
in the crayola box

so we sat there
wondering things like
"what does ******* smell like?"
and "who ate my chocolate eggs?"
and "are zebras racist?"

i didn't mind. i only start wars over black piano keys.