and me, we as good as can be. totally hates me now. I had a dream about last night. never sleeps. and I talk like every night. I want to talk to . doesn’t like me anymore . wrote back. hasn’t replied yet. I’m pretty sure regrets me. I miss _. (Hint: this one's you.)* (the end.)
totally platonic, inadvertently robotic, sitting on chairs two feet apart. i am not noticing your mouth i am not noticing your mouth ** i am not noticing your mouth
at the ice cream parlor some middle-aged man is scraping dregs of summer love from the bottom of a bin for a peach-faced girl and a pear-shaped boy twelve dollars fifty for a sit and a lick and to watch the rest drip
The buildings stand Too close in the city Heavy hot breaths Breathing down your neck Snapping pictures Of your periphery
The country life Is more of a slow malaise Sitting back on a rocking chair Steadily swinging at your own pace But you must understand your tempo To find that steady rhythm
Through sun baked window I see the world in nightly splendor Pockmarked by the evening stars Adorned with the mournful call of a distant how l t is quiet It is terrifying Yet it is deafening and beautiful A canvas made for open minds
So I took a walk down memory lane And opened too many doors. Met too many demons, I'd rather forget. You were there With your sad sad eyes, And your beautiful soul, And I fell Down Down Down To places best left behind.