docile disguises drifting in the clouds; some days i'll rest this pen, like eyeballs on a pillow, n' let the words come from writing on a wall subconscious love existing on an edge made of paper planes flying(
Tag: Love
wind resistance
i didn't believe; the wind would come whisper in italics just to follow the whispering scent- to follow -- to follow --- to follow ------- to let the wind carry you without the worry
v1 passion v2
dream chasing; not to be confused by having- the purity of the air is the difference between the chase, the stamp of this art, the corner carved on this medium to last, to make a tiny smile - last. the closer to the earth the field is littered with bodies looking for a scrap of… Continue reading v1 passion v2
comfort nightmare
take a minute and relax was it that serious she spilled a drink on you; flares burst like the fourth of July she'll never forget this night, four seasons passed n as she woke from her bed at the four seasons from her comfort nightmare
faulty timing
shape up or she'll be gone listen up, if you were a man you'd know what's going on at home "your" home- nothing but a coward nothing is what roams these halls calls to you in the night reads to you in the dark- it's frosty in this bed our bed the one we share… Continue reading faulty timing
broken buildings, broken fingers
chances are the next life won't remember this one; fingertips leaving fingerprints on invisible walls on a construction site strangers pass over sewer pipes carrying messages messages free of bottles and free of dismissal free of happiness;
traffic
you let them all go into a vast opening into a world yet explored blue as the river once was garbage seeped into my lap through a tunnel built by you grease still dripping from your neck without a flag a path traffic here is awful
paddle boat
worry rocked the boat sent lifeless butterfly stroke to the bottom of the creak; sleep sleep sleep little baby rockaway trot away fuck away little far away down the stream lifeless cocoon and an oar.
shy
i know you're shy you won't leave the house without a coat you won't answer the phone with a hello but with a what can i do for you you won't lean forward without a wire you're a smooth criminal
gooigi
everything is falling to the waste side slipping through the cracks the real me asleep at the wheel the one you see falling apart at every puddle
Saint's Muse 