There was a blue flower on the sidewalk
growing out of cracks in the cement...
Shrouded in mist;
I sighed you...
You’re not an illusion
you’re real to me...
Moonlit clouds tailored a silver sky,
peaking stars shadowed her face...
suddenly light,
and i think of your smile...
...lie beneath a headstone
with the words...
Of all the ones you could have had
you chose me randomly out of a hat...
You fall and embrace me
with shades full of dark...
it's the third week of
august and i'm eating...
This won't be praising
the planet for existing...
where the sternum meets the clavicle,
i want you to rip it apart like a wishbone...
I dosed myself with restlessness.
Flapping into midnights...