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poetry from the open mic on monday.
Untitled Because It Needs To Be.
You make my heart grow mushrooms.
The wig I wear is frilled with daisies and the childish charm that you think I have.
I wonder why the clouds in your world are the same color as the ones in mine.
I write and notice that E really does equal MC squared.
It's just another beat on those willing drums of life, but everyone knows the spare can last four counts, and lately, those four counts have lasted forever.
I suppose I'm thinking too much, but I can't help but speculate how late we are.
Eight more weeks of eternity.
Let's fly to summer. We will drown together, hand in hand. My eyes will melt like wax and you will guide me with your words.
You make my heart grow mushrooms.
You remind me of home.
For Skye
Please save me.
From life.
From death.
From the edge of all reason.
Sing with me in the dark.
We could ask the gods for rain.
We can watch the sky turn another shade of blue, of grey, of green, of purple...
We could draw conclusions and question geniuses.
Get some ice cream and share it in hell.
Flirt with fat hotdog salesmen in New York.
Find as many hilarious words as we can and put them in one sentence.
Oi, what about those poodles?
Hallucinations
Goodbye mother green sky,
I, as I am, laying here,
Waiting for the clouds to fall,
Underneath this deep blue sky.
This lemon and green sky
It's a pink sky
At night.
poetry from the open mic on monday.
Untitled Because It Needs To Be.
You make my heart grow mushrooms.
The wig I wear is frilled with daisies and the childish charm that you think I have.
I wonder why the clouds in your world are the same color as the ones in mine.
I write and notice that E really does equal MC squared.
It's just another beat on those willing drums of life, but everyone knows the spare can last four counts, and lately, those four counts have lasted forever.
I suppose I'm thinking too much, but I can't help but speculate how late we are.
Eight more weeks of eternity.
Let's fly to summer. We will drown together, hand in hand. My eyes will melt like wax and you will guide me with your words.
You make my heart grow mushrooms.
You remind me of home.
For Skye
Please save me.
From life.
From death.
From the edge of all reason.
Sing with me in the dark.
We could ask the gods for rain.
We can watch the sky turn another shade of blue, of grey, of green, of purple...
We could draw conclusions and question geniuses.
Get some ice cream and share it in hell.
Flirt with fat hotdog salesmen in New York.
Find as many hilarious words as we can and put them in one sentence.
Oi, what about those poodles?
Hallucinations
Goodbye mother green sky,
I, as I am, laying here,
Waiting for the clouds to fall,
Underneath this deep blue sky.
This lemon and green sky
It's a pink sky
At night.