the sparrows line
the balcony ledge
trilling softly
as the dawn breaks
while a fool sits
freshly showered
a loose ball of yarn
slowly unraveling
in a state of semi
tangibility searching
the baby blue penumbra
for an easy escape

i fall apart swiftly
an i love you whispered
into the howling gales
a paper mache heart
in a thunderstorm
a goddamned idiot
dying alone in a hell
of his own creation
little more than a
doodle in the margins
of an otherwise heartwarming tale