Our love was like a fruit
Started of so sweet and so soft
But as it aged, it rotted and died
Leaving only a sour taste in my mouth

we did it guys!
                      
              or at least   -     coping pop    -     culture moments...
                                
                              my                                      happened
                                    t h e o r e m        h a s

wasted over a year
with evidence I do not have right here
but all my loyal fellow poet savants
know it

       m y  t h e s i s ,(!)                                    a l l  m y l i f e s                                       
                                     m y  m y s t e r y,(?)                             w o r k ,(!)

my theory of trending
from knowing Eliot's (selected) history
has saved and gained
my fame
for me
at least
for now
myself digitally

                                             T   F  O  O  L
                       W               U
                           O        O          
                              R   ,                <3
                                D

People like you die young, she said
You don't drink, don't
do drugs, eat healthy, rarely
go out, rarely meet new girls

But you keep on writing, boy, you
keep on writing
and that's enough to outweigh
all the above

You'll see

a giggly child dancing in the rain
would watch it fall unto a stream
and puddles would grow to show a path
adventure awaits long at last
down the brook
through the grove
under a tree
across a mossy train road
how tragic it is to tell his fate
when last he met a golden gate
chased a fish to the depths
couldn't rise even with all his strength

let's fall into the wild side
              let us
dive into a dry spell of summer  
              let
                 us
live life like on-top of a Saturday night retro
              l  e  t
               u  s
listen to mummers of every newcomer in our circle
             l                 e                  t
                      U               S
have youth of touching silhouettes behind a red corea door
             su tel
tell this with cracks in our eyes tears in our throat
LU
luve and don't regret

with the brush of a breeze branches and flowers
dance with life and evergreen enthusiasm
with the chance of meeting you I know it to be true
fantasies and dreams of love do happen