Too full
too short and
too rediculous
Twice ive fallen
ever
and this one is for keeps
so why cant i calm
There are no favourite songs
in my head today
Just curtain call tears
no clapping allowed
Thumbnail moon
and a star for friend
Winter noses turn fashionable
Oversized ducks ride high on my back.
Lost in the blackness
I overgrip
and wonder
where i got these superpowers.
Into the dawn
Only small sounds and puddles
Back here
Not wishing to be
Feeling selfish for the not part
Remembering a y is fun
Theres no reason for the birds to be swooping
As the nest is a squeeky clean perch
Im running, like a stain
With wordage for props all around.
The same story
That if all is calm around
My sea wont make me green.
As seasons turn my legs to cold
An hours difference in the morning
Is too much to think about.
Patterns make way to slippery floors.
There is a margarine coloured canary
That once stood to close to the flame
Her brown spots multiplied and feathers wrinkled.
It really should be mentioned
that Buckwheat rhymes with concrete
and makes frisbee-like pancakes.
