All ears, Dear 🐌Jul 5, 2019He eloped my lobesIn a snail-trail of vapour Echoed in the chamber coilWaxed shell, my curling craterI am waning; like a crescent moonAnd he’s feigning; like a loonHis words slip in; sticky, for free He whispers his will -Sounds like slime to me
He eloped my lobesIn a snail-trail of vapour Echoed in the chamber coilWaxed shell, my curling craterI am waning; like a crescent moonAnd he’s feigning; like a loonHis words slip in; sticky, for free He whispers his will -Sounds like slime to me
Lone VoyagerJul 5, 2019I write my riddlesAnd fiddle til’ joe friendlyBut the lax understanding Soon slumps offensive.A figurative returned onlyTo my own blinking sockets,Perhaps my inner wiring and IShould board a 3019 rocket?And spill from the decadesThat don’t wish to listenA shooting neon pinball Firing a lonely arcade vision.Someday I’ll reach my planetPerhaps in a lightyear, or twoStream a lifetime load of dataRetro verses, breathing new.
I write my riddlesAnd fiddle til’ joe friendlyBut the lax understanding Soon slumps offensive.A figurative returned onlyTo my own blinking sockets,Perhaps my inner wiring and IShould board a 3019 rocket?And spill from the decadesThat don’t wish to listenA shooting neon pinball Firing a lonely arcade vision.Someday I’ll reach my planetPerhaps in a lightyear, or twoStream a lifetime load of dataRetro verses, breathing new.