on it's way down a trailing falling meander
a wish, entitled or the sparkling reminisance i tell you
becomes insane in my head can you hear it
a dream, like silicone sliced into rainbow colors intended for
decoration do not lick them i promise like tall shoes unused
on the floor, a silvery bookcase that holds candy, this mug
covered in snowflakes a seasonal disruption of the entirely monotonous
again or still wandering toward a falling intention trailing behind
late fees and rituals of excuse could not remove the photos due to broken fingers
and the terminally ill scent of the pathetic.