-s's.
/I want.../(porcelain clash)/
you're so busy, so that's why
and she is busy, and I don't have to ask and they're also busy, they don’t have the time busy in life, busy tonight what is ‘busy’ for? you don't answer me at all what is your ‘busy’ for? busy with your own life are your friends busy with their lives, or are their lives yours? oh yours, yours, you never get bored what is your busy for?
-you are.
I can twist what I see of you,
attach myself to
a detached empathy warfare life
my weapon of choice is a dream I can turn you into
you are a spaceship way up high
blinking rudely at night
they used to say don't go spiraling down the hole. now I am here corrupted sweetly, my own soul -s's.
living isn’t all that’s on my mind…
-s’s.
and you
are singing in a million trees
get dressed
and you
have nobody left to envy
and you
see me for another time
and you
Say nothing
as you
walk past me
-s’s.
I don't know why, but
at least it comes in time
the bittersweet feeling of your feet walking away at dawn
picked it as a muse,
When you used to talk about art
And what it made you want to do
-s’s.
A single thought hangs up the grandeur of your acrylic
embraced in my mind’s floral wallpaper and scenic -s’s.
this ocean was diamond-cut sharp with danger
where waters will sting you mercilessly,
don't let me jump either
-s's.
ghost of mist and pieces and trees
falling delightfully like fading spring
ghost of loss, of thought, of everything
-s’s.