midnight's rolled into a single cell. chalk white smoke that tastes like roses bled through the note I wrote right to peter and paul near a golden gate in midwest gale. ravens circle wide in the glow of a setting sun. exhaling extacy with the air that drains a freckled face's smile to a saddened sigh. says every time, you know you have to change. was an old man and his sea capsized over replacing pictures in a revolving game. (seven excuses. remembering the stripes on my shoulder don't ever match my face. i just stare at the gray turns black and white that dissipates into a lonely chair occupied in empty space. calculus bloomed into vines and slouching doves. fended off with a ghost named, ,passing by. the city stays quiet when im crying. the city stays quiet when im crying. polluted light pools in holes, keeps me up at night.