Sunday, April 15, 2012


there are no coincidences
but as I sit here alone in this head flipping the pence
its with it
that I come to laugh a little fuller
restoration in the form of Mexican pastries
what she means to me spans out vast over centuries
long winded
probably fill an air balloon and travel the globe for free
except i don't want to
I'd like to just like to
get a bit more background
swap more love songs
maybe even hold hands
and share future plans
She texts me in code
as if to help me slow
but maybe she hasn't figured out yet I have one mode
Beautiful goddess
keeper of all things honest
thank you for humbling this prophet
panderer of all that will come to be
see you in my dreams
and keep safe my poetry

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