Have you ever thought you're different?,
Like something isnt right,
Its just weird,
Talk to me,
I'll tell.

i look at you
and i know
i want
the both of us
to become one

-*CPM

some people are just never meant to be part of your story no matter how bad you want them to.

-cpm

There's more
static in the air than
usual
and the faintest
signal is trying to
get through
to our novelty Garfield radio
but I'm not sure you want
to hear it
or if we're just gonna
watch TV instead

We sit together collecting,
Gathering out thoughts into
A permanence that will last
Stroking them as we neaten
Each flat with our kisses
They hold our beginning
And roll up our end
For though we were
And evermore maybe
I must go
And you must stay
To look after the garden
That I made.

Love Mary ***

so you'll spite me for using my words to express myself
for exaggerating in the name of beautiful poetry
that rhymes like wind chimes
and sounds like fresh mint to the human mind.

but honestly, honey,
i thought you knew me well enough by now
to know that my style and pen are overwhelmingly enthusiastic
in the pursuit of my daily pick of what human nature can gift me.




believe me, baby, it's what i do.
and i'm not sorry at all if that bothers you.