I cling to my hairbrush,
Genetically attached...

Soft quiet breeze
flows through out...

The black isles
are long corridors...

My body lays still.
such as a calming...

The arch bishop crowned
Thee five years hence...

I've become a watcher
of humans, a stalker...

I saw her-
Wisps of dishwater blonde...

A silent reader
Leaves confessions at the door...

I'ts 1:52 am. -
Your dimples are making me...

I wore a vacant expression-
Under the stairs...

I was raised within an old school,
never made to feel like a fool...

Words are falling stars
dangling from a spider webbed scarf...