i have the most
beautiful poem in
my mind
yet the words
refuse to fall
through the veil
of sadness
draped over my
broken mind
and i refuse
to taint the image
with this sorrow
that has tinged
so many of my
quixotic lines

i choke down
goodbyes settling
for the way they
tear my throat
rather than lose
another piece of my
fleeting substantiality
to be discarded
among the flowers
on the median
in my mind

the sudden rain
does little to dampen
my screams of adoration
even as my mouth
fills with water
and the sparrows hop
among the stubble
to sip daintily
unaffected by
the confluence
of camouflaged tears

i have the most
beautiful poem in
my mind
yet the rain draws
out this agony
and my arms ache
locked into the hollow
she was born to fill
so the world gets
this bullshit instead