Second Time Around

Left him for good this time, ma.
Cherry

Silence in the Forest

Footfalls are muffled steps each reach of stride stepping silently between the hardwood.
Cherry

Bill and the UFO22

Angelic angle.

Crimson And Black

I'd sell my heart in paperback, In verses for perverts to read. The crimson lines look good on black, Just like the world behind my lids. For crimson is my poisoned blood
Cherry

One Moment

The imprints of your fingers Have marked a half-full glass. The sentiment still lingers, The moment's due to pass. Your glance can still appear In my Campari drink

To Toronto

Near Brockville, highway 401 rubber tires discard as skin
Cherry

Wings

I raise my swollen eyes to reach your sight, I try to guess the song that's in your head, I'm only thinking Of how I will dream of you tonight, While looking through the window from my bed,

Pep talk

Through grass and scrub and rock we roam Find feelings that we thought were gone You lift me up I lift you too We're getting strong and being true Go back to places that we loved

My End

I dangle there my feet bare above the floor the rope is taught the chair no longer there time slows to a sloth's pace agony as i watch the clock each second an eternity my life should pass

The Day Dream

Gazing to a place that isn't there we ponder massless thoughts weighing words of intangibility our minds lost wondering aimlessly until reality knocks upon the door

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