It's difficult
not to miss...
Crayons possess a magic
from childhood expertise...
Birds dance gracefully
aloft crisp blue waters...
One minute it's love
And suddenly it's like a battlefield...
Splatter red on my canvas, so pale,
and watch the paint drops bleed...
In answer to Edgar Allen Poes Anabel Lee
My love sweet Edgar, seeks only thee...
It was an explosion
of agitating nerves...
I like the way you speak of
leafy poetry...
You whispered it'd be complicated,
Like those numerous times before...
Oh, what sweet Brevity lies between Consciousness...
Filtering with tiny hands the most concealed...
Who, who, who
braids words in her hair...
(All titles of songs by Mercy Me)
Goodbye ordinary, the time has come, I know...