~Charlotte
He has a mystic beauty about him...
Chicago streets litter themselves
with sequins and vintage gin...
Feeling like Iam walking on a marsh
People stare but they don't touch...
Howling stomachs
Vacant and bare...
Your colours don't represent your feelings for...
They merely resemble the opposite...
"by gee! you make that look easy, fella"
and i just rolled out a goofy grin, all glad...
With my other mammals
I share this place...
Remind me of your summer gallop, Elk,
Jeering in the nick of time...
Air is heavy when you're sober,
a weighted nothing breaks your pride...
Let’s start this with some counting
One, two, Three...
Heads tilted right back
Children stand with their tongues out...
Memoirs of souls
Where kept in numerous scrolls...