Thanks to my kitten, murderer.

Out in the yard,
birds were coming back
from the dead.

They were too slow to fly
lumbering towards their victims
chirping,

"braaaaaaaaaains..."

Hal.

I gracefully await the day where we will all be Hal. In a land of dominant assholes, closing in on Dave. The last sappy motherfucker.

Oh the obscurities of love.

"We should hunt for monsters."
he said in the
heat of night.

"But where would,"
she whispers,
"We go?"

She was the strangest one. In her day.

Adeline blinks once.
Adeline batts twice.
She has three toes
and holds four crickets.

(And ate her five yesterday mice.)

12:25 AM

There was just so much

"I LOVE YOU."

but not nearly enough room
for it to escape
and bounce off the walls...

Girl,

don't paint your eyebrows on.
I've been trying to write you a song
for nearly
17 days.

And it's getting awful late
so I must say,
just be a mighty ridiculous
today.

Pink-lighted mornings.

There's something about waking up to a familiar gracious pink light, or hearing the sounds of soft reggae. I suppose I could call it peaceful, if that's what you were expecting. Myself, I'm not really sure what I expect to call it. But, it is nice.
MmmMmmMmmM...I'm also sitting here thinking about pictures. I love pictures. Photos. Blahlalalalah. It's too damn bad that guys won't let you take good pictures of them. It's like they're all afraid of cameras. Oh well.

I'll just have to do it in secret then.

Oh, him.

What he mistook for purples, were all peculiar blues.

Isaac.

Here's I sits.
Oh yes, here's I sits.
I sits awaiting the rainfall bliss.
The blisses of rain, the rains fall bliss.
Oh how I could wish,
I's give the rains a kish.

Take it from me.

I've always known I'd be a bank robber.





































So judge all you want, ladies and gentlemen.
































































Because you never did become an Astronaut.

Bits, bits, and eteteras.

"No time is ever enough time,"
he says.

"Perhaps..." She began, her lips parting to let out a harmless sigh
"I do like having you in my mind." She breathes
then inhales the stale morning dew
clutching to the grass,

just a,
a little too early.

And a little too late.

As you are so delicious.

Tracing the lines from collarbone to cheek, she smiles.
What a wicked array of teeth,
what a crooked way to grin.
Or, as some would say,
her eyes flickered with the deepest of intentions.
Swirling around her irises, playing around her pupils.

-

The fall of hands follows the
constant running
of fingers.

Over the curves that he
had kissed
and adorned
with the light whispers and gasps
punctuating every rhythm and flip
of his heart.

-

{There is something to said about words.
The collaboration of which they are put together.
The pencil of which they are drawn apart.}

-

She leads graphite into lines,
only to recollect the redness of his
tongue to lips.

-

Hands to hips,
he draws the feel of her skin
in his empty head.
(His lonely fingertips.)

-

Light stains pillows and clothes,
skin unwavering,
a fire of shadows. And a list of wants.