Put it on

Pound Cake.

Music making motion

in beautiful Paris

the night we met.

Before

before you crossed me

now the only thing your crossing

is the crossword.

Blank stare of petaless flowers

Following shadows of dazed trees

Floating to the ground above 

Shimmering golden water.

Daydreaming of a bigger oak

Mindless carrying 

Of cores

Into liquid dark depths.

It’s the Freshman fifteen.

Drowning in procrastination

below misguided goals

and Tetris relationships.

Just the Sophmore slump

now gasping for air

goals steep

hidden behind the Yellow Brick Road.

Junior of a junior.

Senior year

wishing they could do it all again

missing the first fifteen.

 

Bleeding through nigh high

fallen glass

between onyx smoke.

All I heard was screaming.

Terror struck feet

stampede away.

There was blood everywhere.

The Queen bows for the fallen.

Hello?

I want you to be standing there when I call

For the first time

and the last.

Hello?

Put down pepper

and come to me

and leave it behind.

Hello?

Are you there?

Gather two

wait maybe three

stay with me

three would be more fun

yet, two makes more sense.

Odd numbers make me shiver

Even if you tell me

that your odd

stay with me

until were even as two.

Fragrant struck Sapphires

flush in guiding light

into Red mornings.

Carry the dream she told me.

Sapphire eyes begging for a chance

to plead for her dream

as a weeping baby.

We are the dream she told me.

Sapphire eyes carry into the light

holding sheets of future

looking for the next encore.

Following you

like Twitter

bird on your shoulder

free of the earth

stomping the patron

in the rear

down below

from the earth

waving goodbye.

Walter Black.

The box isn’t as you remember it.

Thirty years

Making the God’s pray

To something bigger

A deity of deities

The god of gods.

C4 the wall of what you know

Walter Black is here to grow grass.