I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!

I have that swipe keyboard on my phone where I draw a line between the letters to write the w… Sometimes, it mistakes the word

Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.

Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet

Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt

I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third

The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call

Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you

Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.

In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold

The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,

Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.

Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,