Wellwishing

The wolves howl outside
And I, in here.

Its the dead of morning.
The red eye stutter brained moments
Wherein I would sleep,
But for the thoughts of you.

You are,
Or I hope you are
Lounging magnificently
Drool or no,

Or no-
You are beautiful and
At peace,
Without the demons and
Blistery things prodding.

I hope you are.

I think the only thing,
More important to me
Than for me to make you
Happy and at peace,
Is that,

Regardless of it all,
You are happy,
And at peace.

I think I want just
One of us,
To be so.

Cheers girly and,
Your,
Slow smile.

Oh Benighted Imbecile

What else remains when
In awe of it all
On the streets of a golden city,
All you find you can do
Is sputter inanities?

The egg keeps dripping.
Will the last drops ever leave
Your face,
After you smashed it
In so cavalier a manner?

The city falls to ruins
As its structure becomes awkward,
Leaving you to wander the wastes.
Will you be surprised the next time
You shatter paradise?

The Forest Through the Trees

Okay so I couldn't see
The ground through the clouds
And I can't
Read tomorrow like a book,

But,

A beautiful girl with
Olive skin and
Black satin eyes
Served me sweet drinks with a
Slight and sexy smile,
As I sat in a chair
Hundreds of feet above the ground,
Going hundreds of
Kilometers per hour.

Your vision of god
In the text,
Has nothing on me
In the text.

This gestalt juggernaught,
There is wonder in the winged giant
Of steel knowledge piled upon by
The work of our sleeping sisters,
Brothers, mothers and fathers.
But we are far too used to
Living and dying,
All on their shoulders.


And you just don't know
How far down the ground is,
Through the clouds.