I put pennies into
empty fountains
To wish for you

Stealing a kiss
Or two
From your deep
Blue hued
Expanse

I put quarters into
A broken bubble gum machine
To see it spit smoke
While I sit and choke
On the empty verses I wrote

A poet
In mourning
A poet
In longing

Right turns turn left
Wrong turns turn right

I write
One soft touch
That will never happen
Spew out my hopes
And take them back in
Knowing that you do not exist

The pennies fall down
That dry drain
As I exit this
Sad street lamp lit life
All alone