one called
iusedtotakeyoutoschoolinthemorningandrelishedeveryminuteofit
...
but,
i hate biting styles
.
especially
from the master
it ' is not ever going to be
as good
.
An exploratory look into the insane mundanity and excellence of our lives as humans
She is
No longer my muse.
I won’t give her that credit… not even for the heartbreak.
I think I had much to do with that. But,
Already, and before
Maybe,
There was one who didn’t inspire me
Per se
But asked; kindly
And was so pure and wonderful about it
I think maybe
I’ll write for her…for now.
She’s the only one who reads them anyway.
I go to sleep in terms of poetry
Thought of tomorrow and
Things that need to be done
Are of no concern to me
I fall into the dark embrace of unconsciousness
Dreaming faintly in couplets
Caesuras and
Beauty unspeakable.