I'm climbing up a tree
Like the monkey in me...
Sometimes poetry bursts~~~~~~~Very often bubbles...
the bubbles of silence,~~~~~~~~~in the silence of...
Sonnets play lovers' ballads
Encores dare for more...
I hope you wake up lonely,
Regret caked on your tongue...
No acceleration in the falling speed
of a feather oscillating...
You're so big and round
And made of bronze...
Loving you was hard , I mean like you left things...
Crossing
The storm that meets...
with afternoon tea I come back
to the past...
Whimsy is a subtle kiss
Of death on naked life...
Im a fragment of truth,
Webbed through a weave of lies...
.
Flint...