So you despise the sky
for proving the weatherman lies...

There is this whir fluttering the air
with its strange tongue...

I must've been half drunk
on honeysuckles...

You know the heart doesn't really break
our fist-sized vessels...

I told him, dreaming is good
it spits stardust on our despondency...

In love, we wittingly expect the unexpected
so when that big red smear...

I heard a song today,
it spoke of love...

So go busy yourself
with slavish tasks...

Some days I find it so easy
to get carried away by you...

Yesterday
secure abaft a palisade...

I've been drab
and wordy...

Lies as sincere as poetry
swam beneath his shallow pond...