exams are pressing down on me
imagined twirling at the
roundhouse under a pinprick
of light; celebrating
the end of
abandon.
extraordinary in every sense
it wouldn't be enough, no.
maybe just to catch your
attention for a second
then look you in the eye
ruin it all, oh how
i love to ruin it all.
the photograph doesn't know meaning
without the mind to set it all alight
tell the tale, the resonating smile
i'd drown the feeling just to tell you.
i'd drown the knowledge for half the truth.
black pearls fall from the heavens, it
doesn't make a difference when you
clutch your umbrella, feel like a
ragdoll turned black by fire,
the fatal mistakes.
past the tragic orchids
imprisoned by old white buckets,
unflowering stalks; twelve dollars
for the pleasure, or the patience.
an italian wine bottle is
waiting on my window sill,
for a set of flowers
just like these.
romance has a way of seeming fragile
when acted out alone, on a rainy afternoon.