The
nuances,
they
belong to us,
albeit,
we mimic.
I’m
tipsy with feelings, to meditate life; and I see you, asking
questions,
but a few
answers.
We die to grow, deep for soil, racing to trouble. If
only
awake, to live this life, to nestle Tequila. I loved in tears,
a
shower a minute, and she never saw it. We played pretend,
intimate
and unknown. I
crashed
a Coupe, to swerve the 405, staring at (sherm sticks).
Oh
for ghosts, to riddle a love, drunk for seduction. I
felt
a name, for warmth of heart, to ignore such pain. I
want
it not, a midnight love, speaking in Lego’s. Its hell for
smiles,
a farewell hello, a subtle taint. She’s more for life,
to
cuddle death, afraid to disappoint. I pass a plum, faint to
stagger,
sipping poison. Oh for love, a game of charades, to
meet
her soul. Its heart to sore, a grand cigar, to fiddle
guitars.
Oh for love, ever alone, to channel music. I’m sick
of
fading, buried in shadows, courting, Invisible. Something’s
churning,
where something dies, to utter a name. We did it
young,
for jaded hearts, a tad bit rotten. I could fix it all, for
no
escape, a point for gloom.
