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.

does one propose to the inauspicious consumption of light and dark as if to swoon a lissome smile upon a disgruntled face? it is the ever sleepless void that swallows you in the dusk of reason--the ethereal divide between ecstasy and desolation. i am to fall into the blue and black evening sky. wish me a brilliant combustion. flicker.fade.
oh but for a minuet let it shine on me. sunshine. smile.