Fog.

Loving him is like writing your name in a foggy window.
The letters will take.
The water twisted into the angles and arches of each letter.
Each bend is clear, each line clean, precise.
How delicate the clarity on a back drop of wet blur.
The light peaks through alphabet, softly catching your eye.
But no one can fight nature, the outside temperature fights its way through.
The cold wind blows against the mosaic of dew,
All the warm thoughts, warm finger tips, warm blood can't stop it.
The arches will fall, the lines will recede.
Those bends will straighten and the angles will follow.
After a few silent minutes, its like nothing was there,
like no seconds passed, your heart did not beat, the sound never reverberated.
Just another blurry view, outside of a foggy window.

I want to see the whole truth, straight to the end.
Catch the grains of sand in the hour glass.
Count them, give them meaning.
The seconds I lost playing second fiddle to you and your fantasies.

parallels.

the shadows have grown long
but my time is wearing short.
i twist and turn without rhyme or reason
i just need someone the wrap my arms around
to wrap my heart around
to wrap my head around.
but like perfect little circles
we go round and round
till i fall which parallels your actions completely.

i tock and you tick.
you fall up while i fall through.
inhale exhale
in completely disarray.

Zombies and Birds

Zombies with my lady.
Its going to be a night.














There was a starling, gliding across the midnight air.
She perched herself atop the burning social ladder and laughed.
I want nothing more than to be that starling.

To Be Continued...

I wish I could say I was unaffected by your everythings.