Excuse me, mister
would you sell me...

Outsiders perceive me
in a series of random ways...

You say you like the way a risk
can tickle the spine...

Outside October perches its little feet
upon summer's fading scenery...

I like the way you speak of
leafy poetry...

Before you let me down
again...

I love you like a star, dear
with auspicious eyes and falling lines...

I use to pinch you like a flower
between my pursed lips...

I'm enthralled by those certain girls
who sport red lipstick...

If you were a star,
I'd wish you to fall through me...

He inspires me
with a yellow bellied impression...

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