Remember,
the best things in life are free

...plus tax
...license
...and recycling fee

I always see them.

Laughing with their friends,
Head thrown back
Sunlight spilling down their throat
Lighting up their crooked teeth.

I want that to be me.

Standing in a forest
Of people I don’t love or need
She’s solid as walnut tree
And rooted like religious creed

Blowing in the wind
She bends and stretches to the sun
Moving with a ballet grace
With wild hair the air has spun

Steady on the upland
She rules the woodland of my world
Deep within the darkest grove
She’s calling me with words unfurled

But she will not yellow
Or let her love turn shades of red
She Is for me my evergreen
Till the two of us are sadly dead

We will lay together
In cask made of the clearest pine
And we will not be parted
Because the woman is true mine.

poems are a bit harder to write
when you dont feel music in your mind

too many tabs open

tv static for feelings

'error 404' for thoughts

poems are a bit harder to create
when you cant keep your sh*t straight

the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace