High speed connections
and neon lights...

I do not own exquisitely worded phrases
that could possibly explain why...

Sometimes I wish my heart
weren't a field of dandelions...

When daddy's heart
went soft repose...

All the poems I wish your lips could feel,
to taste their raw discontent...

Oh, my precious painter
you were always so beautiful...

Lately I've grown quite fond of Mother Nature,
I feed her bananas...

I won't fume about
in old ways...

Alone
in poetry...

It's not your fault your talk
never found a fondness...

So you're like a star
impervious to love...

Writing la la la la
la la...