inaccessible
to everything except
the sparrows singing
daydreaming in
quarter time
a proper percolation
coffee’s caffeinated
caress in conjunction
with a lingering haze
of phantom kisses
dripping daringly
from the poisoned edge
of my favorite dreamdagger

indigo soulshatter
fluctuatingsensually
wavesofmercurialmania
a gentle pealing of
silvery bells as
angels streak down
screaming comets lighting
a dour morning-in-mourning
with lavender lit laments
leaving a greasy contrail
smeared across forever
little reminders amongst
the littered love letters
left piled in the landfills