Vacuum Landscape Architect
The rain falls hard outside my window
and its washing away with it
the last few days of winter
to bring things into a spring fever
lovers will lock hand and hand
strolling idly by bodies of water
as big as the ocean
and as small as a puddle
within them
holds their significance
To whom it may concern
when a lover finds me
I’m going to sit beneath the sheets
showing her the magic
of my zippo lighter
and teach her about Nihilism
and burn the sheets
with us in them
as the Shakespeares
rip off another love sonnet
another drunk rolls away
in the gutter
while a junky escapes
rehab to find the comfort
of the streets and there sin
we are all part of everything
from the dandelion
to the cheetah
I fall asleep in a magma womb
to awake in a field of poppy seeds
I own not a dog
as I search for a Heart
A brain and courage
I take the coins off my eye’s
and rub them together
to break up the silence
enjoying the noise
I search for more things
to make friction with
I bind her wrist
behind her back
and make her sit
execution style
and one second
after the pin hits
and after the trigger is squeezed
like the membranes of an orange
making juice
I ask her to tell the truth
as to what was the last thing
that went threw her mind
I spend all night, a week and then a year
and the time tallies up
waiting for her reply
I guess I have given up
and this is done for
as her corpse turn to ashes
and my hair grows longer
than i would like
I slap my face
and tell my self to wake up
get a grip old boy
your losing it
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