You ruptured the pattern, you know
Your free verse
Became my routine
Then, just like you pushed your way
Into my heart
Something pulled you out of it
After you played with the strings
And made music
Now I have to go back to
The way things were before
And try to ignore the fact
That my heart now beats
To your song
Whenever I think of you
all your sweetness
for one lousy special day each year
hardly notice her
the other remaining 364 days
Tell me truly
how this is supposed
to ever preserve any kind of love
There are only 5 things you should do in the morning;
Doesn’t matter what you do,
These 5 things start you right.
Down and down I go this aisle with cart Oh hi man how are you? I’m fine that’s ‘ight and you I’m good thx yeah for me there someth? Oh yeah this here and this one pink envelope? well that’s from you know oh yes that’s one well fine okay have a good day yeah bye and off I go again for me? Yeah this I do not like him I try to keep him off my sight and mind but smile nice shirt oh yeah? just ironed well bye-bye pretentious ***** and phony also this is **** I should of said that next time sure for sure ensure the screech is pleasant to lubricate forgot après this finished howdy-rowdy for me smth no pardon c’est fine go by there’s really nothing poor old creep for him man’ years he here and not one sheet that’s triste but oh again this cramp should aim for loo ma’am après vous those thighs in nylon wiggle-waggle just like Bloom I am that day today but winter tho’ though onward batches envelopes and stamps hiya my mate how miles per day come forth that’s heyyy that is the one I yeahyeahyeah dumbf nonono he’s just like I like you like me obnoxious clown to grab and off this floor should be enough to from this height his gray to smash to mash this one is fine to smash to mash oh yuck this almost got me shhhhh
To Smash to mash
We're in a cafe
I'm loving your voice
listening to your lies
what a routine our lives
tied to what's not right
we forget to love ourselves
by being with people who really don't define us
written on Febuary 07, 2020
There's no words to describe the feeling of you kissing my cheek
Kiss my mouth to get me started
Plant one on my cheek to be sweet
But you don't need to be sweet with me
It's all just routine
With that fond darkness overwhelmed,
Witness a dawn become a day,
And from remembered sleep, fold back
All frail unreason to its box,
Blend dreams to some blind ambition
(Noting meanwhile futility
In its customary disguise
Lurking in your shadow) and thus
Are all ships launched, sails set, and helmed
Towards soft shores long abandoned
By logic’s compass, far away.
The platform is quiet when I arrive.
The walk home is long.
The road is busy with lights, but no faces.
I should have worn gloves.
Nearly there now.
Someone's home but nobody was waiting.
I pull a smile out my pocket and drop my keys,
Then I listen to words about the day.
My bed brings solitude,
While questions crawl behind my eyes.
Scraping inside my skull, they're familiar,
And I drift off on their backs.
Hop up in your Jeep
All too familiar to me
"Wanna go in the backseat?