Forget Me (day 316)

I’ve been filled with broken hearts today
With the letters of lost friends
That haven’t returned from the Zoo

I’m plagued with the bitter cold
That fights every corner of these
Damned streets I walk today

I do smile, on the occasion
When I’ve warmed my belly against
The cool wooden railing with the nuts

My grassy roots have plowed for me
Temptations trails all across my face
The bitter lines left for healing to long

Tomorrow I shall pull your pant leg
I shall walk alone with my ears closed again
Forget me, I won’t be here again

Thoughts of a Lover (day 309)

I’ve seen your innocent eyes stare down the tunnel at the mysterious lights beaming afar
The concentration burrowing deeply into your mouth like a cold cup of tea
With slivers of lemons helping ease the heavy burden pulling
At the leftover blankets slowly pushed to the foot of the bed and
Sent to the lover with stamped on confessions of postal intent

I’ve seen your glitter in the spotlights as you sway back and forth
Enjoying the eyes as much as enjoying the floor for which you project out
Your deepest of feelings impulse by impulse like a rhythmic machine gun
Shouting into the night in a blaze of glory, wounded hearts, and
Sweet drinks that roll off your tongue in unrelenting expressions

I’ve felt your enigmatic charm work it’s warm fingers around my neck
Slowly twisting and turning into the back seat of a foreign sports car
Emergency brakes and slow tunes that make you lay back, legs up
Into the deep plans that formulate as if the air you breath
Small Christmas lights float around the room like a performer can

And I’ve come back for more, like a hungry panther prowling in the night
Parking in number four to piss off the neighbors that don’t like elephants
Hanging around their back doors, we still invite old handbags and discarded novels
To collect at the end of the hallway in an act of sharing randomness
Forgotten quickly with a heavy wooden door with a slight twist and cold that doesn’t turn on anymore

Mother and Daughter (day 299)

Every day, as the days get longer;
Every moment that pushes forward
Into the existence that propels us,
As if a non-rebelling down slope
And gravity had a serendipitous
Waltz into the passing sunshine.
Glistening brightly into
The peering eyes of a dreamer
And her mother of fashion.
From here, they made their way forth
Into the shades of unknown
To hopefully grow as a unit:
Mother and daughter