I repeatedly imagine,
the day we meet again...
Two bottles, two bottles
that's all it was...
As Beyonce jerks and Miley twerks
and tits still pop out of the sun...
I have never been good at letting go of the past
I walk round with a constant taste of nostalgia...
Sometimes as poets,
we bury ourselves...
Though I've been a liar, cheater, and thief,
as a person I am driven by a single belief...
She's never been a beggar, until mental health...
her mortar walls, inadvertently producing a...
I've been driving alongside waters,
along escorts of windmills, ever since...
Favors
Moon, may I ask of you a favor...
In a bed filled with nails, filled with punctures...
All things leading back to when I remembered all...
My eyes open. I look around there is only darkness...
Always seeking the inescapable:
that ambition to be greater...