Sunset is an escape from this,
everything I consider love,
making me look like a fake poet,
standing in a raincoat,
tear drops as glitter- how can they understand
my psychedelic dreams-
"Look up at the I love you bridge,
It's lit up underneath the stars,
and see that man by the road, waving poetry never going into print."
Novels written in water drift downstream,
under the green shade of park daylight.