And...
as a rusting boat slouched sulkily...
I'm a dancer
in my head...
....and, that's where I found you
asleep on the garden swing...
Time is slipping from
my hands, such that...
There are many things
that I want to say...
In darkness,
without any words...
I can’t write you poetry,
play guitar...
Sweet baby bird
with your wings burned black...
Matriarchal led
only mammal that can't jump...
The clouds part
and all I see is...
It's midnight
in my universe...
I feel as of late
restless of life...