Coffee w/ a friend
Black w/ three sugar
Talking of arts:
Music and martial,
what made us sad,
what we found frightening.

We would rather be covered in snakes
than earwigs

Across the room
a young lady peered into my soul
I bare my ****** smile
she blushes w/ laughter

Blonde as the sun
Fresh as a ******
She waved at me through the glass

Later,
she dances to get my attention
swirling like a pin wheel
mouthing a sweet, banshee scream