mr. mystery. his shadowed smile
slinked into my life through the door
ajar.
my heart.
your life.
fibreoptic fed. walls came down.
secrets revealed themselves to be
mysterious.
your eyes.
my love.
asphalt calling you to the sea.
a better life. no holes for me to
fill.
my life.
your heart.
*sigh*
are you in love?
No she just has gas.
it’s an old poem. i found it while cleaning last night.
jeez…all I ever find are pennys and old pieces of popcorn.
i found those, too. and a jack in the box antenna ball, a henna tattoo kit, a copy of a 3com ethernet card manual and a shitload of half-finished newspaper crosswords.