It's so funny I notice How beyond the fall of rain In the early autumn crawls Masquerading as spring In its aroma And deep sins Cleverly masked in the sulks of summer Drawing the blinds As the sunlight suffers The tender warmth retreating As I think: Spring
It's so funny How when I look at the snow Floating down with tire In the grey air's mumble Little dots With fragile patterns Escape the clouds And begin their travels Unto the hands of Curious courtesy Smelling of : Fresh Smelling of : Clean Biting nosetips and ears In rebellion to our intrusion Drawing our flushed cheeks in rose Scraping the back of our throats As huffed air makes a cloud of smoke And I notice.
We sit and notice The little things The things that make us so alive The things that should amaze Our busy minds But accustomed spys Glide over our glazey eyes As we notice. As we ignore. As we forget.
It's so funny how you squeeze my arm A warm touch Familiar A "I love you" A little sign Affection, care A foreign antibody In past worlds The slight look of worry In your still young eyes Wrinkled thinly with smiles And squinty files of past denials Mingled with tired unknowing As you sigh Something always on your mind And I notice.
It's so funny How the little things Are all around ******* in every second with its surrounds Recalled in such eloquent manners As you can't see The fear in my eyes Wide and loud, locked in control barred in scare Or The pain in my lips Stretched into a weak smile a clear mission: reassurance Without any of my permission My teeth comply in choppy channels That I won't keep the beast inside But will of course Too cowardly for any recourse Or The scratches on my case And the divots in my wings Are sloppily covered in a bleak attempt of sure In panic of unknown reaction As I secretly wait As I secretly hope? For you to look Yet, No one notices.