Cold green plastic on my temples
The sun in winter on the morning's commute.
Ten million degrees at midnight, but
She might as well be ninety-three million miles away.

If i write to you
In the cutest & curtest of phrases,
But have not love,
You can always unfriend me.

Anaphylactic shock - oh my!!

Love!!
What is it?
Good for absolutes.
Or nuthin.

Grant me peace, oh Lord,
In this urban jungle around me.
And deliver me from the jungle I've created within.

Llamas em chamas
**** of the walk
I hear you most clearly
When you choose not to talk.

A penny for your thoughts,
I heard the lady say,
A nickel for your feelings,
You can't just give them away!
A dime for your intentions,
A quarter if it's deep!
These pants are taylor-made, said I,
And your secrets...I just can't keep. (sigh)