droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it

when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear

decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by

the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class

i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”

as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…

trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…

she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss

he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly

i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems

tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight

apologies were often on the wind before her lips but when a girl’s got those big be… well

for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey

he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart