I know that this is just too ugly to
be called a 'poem' but I felt better...
If you remember the sycamore
shadow where we swept...
This face reminds me
of murder, diarrhea...
I saw him a broken nightingale
with sparkleless eyes and sparkleless...
Pineapples, pumpkin pie and primroses
underwear, unicorns and umbrellas...
I.
Two women leaning their...
Stones; aligned like an
army queue 'midst the garden...
At your side, it must have
ticked twice now, the air...
Today, I realize
that you are far...
I was told I'm nuts
escorting shadows with me...
I once stressed the sun
to the corner of your...
When I talk with my father
about guys and their sweet...