You just look at me
and I am whelmed in a pool...

I keep expecting you
to dazzle me...

It feels likes I'm living under water,
little fishes kiss my nose...

I'm not fond of your
silence, it mocks me without...

Your heart
is no longer pink and plump...

I suppose if I just stopped spinning
the world would settle itself before me...

It's mystifying to me,
the way everytime she touched you...

Cosmo says
the best way to reclaim your dew...

Lately...
I feel like my guitar...

Hey there big sky,
is that your beam...

I scrutinize the pith
of poetry...

The gray sky stifles me
with it's thick fog...