A soft spoken flirtatiouse style
amongst
liers
It'a a cool splash of crystal water doused with
flouride
on my face
your beautiful smiling eyes
and shy lips
I want to kiss
Like some sense of long drawn out
delusion
and I still have dreams of waking up to you
fogged window poetry on spaciouse glass canvasses
able to scribe
my dreams with your scent
on my pillow
with nothing but a finger
of fucked up flighty fancies
and self-explained
visions of graduere
my imagination so vile
like talking to a suicide girl
draped over her car
and waiting for the perfect shot
spoted paint splotched hands
caressing your bold figure
as you taste
the nape of my neck...
I put my christmas lights up,
last week
stil ain't plugged em in.
drama ensues in the world wide web
and explodes down by the docks
with them kids who sit around
playin D and D
escaping their own,
reality
and I laugh out loud
and sit down
with my bottle of wine
Hear your voice inside my head
lying next to me
walking,
down the train,
tracks
head in the boxcars
reading word art
as it passes through my universe
and exploring places I want to go.
Like I'm left behind
so I make do
staring at the mountains
of Vermont
I wonder why the snow melts
so quick.
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