One cannot fathom
things that are too obvious...
Yearning for the artists hand
they lie fallow and incomplete...
fried fish with fries, the scent I like
add lemon, salt, and sauce alike...
Being innocent
is the most punishable...
All sorts of tiny creatures chirped,
and you hummed to their music...
Will I ever find you
beyond the wrath...
I've carried you around
kept you in my back pocket...
Tossing, turning,
hard to sleep...
IF
!Confusion...
Laundry scattered
crossed my toes...
Stoic with a marble smile
and a fixed stare...
A pure coincidence of chance
To be sat there in that room...