the AC kicks on and rattles the closed door...
how many times now have i been told...
Blindfolded
If only the world...
I write and write
to write what I wish to write...
a drink on the brink of falling,
oh falling...
an apple and an Apricot
appear afore an ape...
the air is the dust
the air is the mass...
It's been a while since I've been here,
The first time I joined has been well over ten...
I want you to get to know me,
to pull me aside, in your chestnut cardigan...
The fake flowers
take gentle peeks...
I dreamed about
you in between the...
My temple was trespassed.
My altar...
There it was
on the kitchen bench...