Excellency, by the time you read this I'll be gone. Long gone. Gone long. No longer adorned in robes, nor the finest of armor. Wayward grows a light
Aquatic fortitude! Unscathed and witless, below the hopes and fears of robotic fixtures. Proposed to the fluent lovers, hopeless romantics enthralled
Breathe me in like air, innocent. My fingers bleed. I've been writing too much. Preventing these words from searing my battered throat. And I can't even
Needles in the grass? Ok, snakes in the hay. Homogeny is engulfing culture. Strip malls and chains tear down the sanctity of days, supplant ancestry
Woe? Blame it on the rain. Whoa! Blame it on the name game. Size-up, suit up self-esteem. Tie-down, dress-down fight in the dog-days. Wolf nights? Introspection
Taken this for granted. Pawned a laugh for a smile, a hug for a handshake, a note for a goodbye, thank you. Dial the sun, for the time? Dial the sun,
This place, more orange nowadays. The ashen badlands redeem. Your face, through magnified glass, still draws me in. Those big eyes draw me in. Distrophy
I am as old as my tongue. I am much older than my teeth. Been neighbors for years but nevertheless not a word was shared. Just eyes through the blinds
Hand-fed triumph, spoils. Battles which you cant recall fighting in. This fancies your fit. You've settled down for a long winter's nap; Simply grown
We still believe in you old friend. Indifferent helping hands. Venom's injected by rejects. "a lie makes it way half-way around the world before the
In hind sight for sore eyes on the prize fighter. Pilot, gunner, navigator, the sky. The mountains luke-warm, metaphorically speaking. Speaking of metaphors
In one eye and out the other. The heiress turned historian, reach-out! How did she handle herself Position herself while writing this? Book-signing autobiography
