Thursday, August 31, 2017

On her knees

No such noble beast

Voice cracking

In the snow

Of a long lost evening

Snowing outside

Falling on the window

Each flake

A person never met

I swear I am 

Still your friend

But you will only find

Yourself

Hungry in the end

Sad to see this ship go

And go it will.



The garden was beautiful

Full of screen girls

In the unreal world of 

Sea glass flowers.
 
 
She sank in the sea
 
Said she was
 
Innocent as can be
 
All sins freed.
 
 
Soon all is well
 
She believes in the the
 
Wedding bells
 
Singing with silicon masks.
 
 
I grab myself a rat. 
 
 

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Wing nuts got to go

Flying into the peanut gallery

Hey that's a performance

I get impressed sometimes

Then I stare at a white screen

The mirage is such a weirdness

We believe in this

Then years pass

So the dust gathers

I can feel the laughter

A soulless dream catcher

Dancing fast

Less fast then a turtle.



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