Saturday, June 1, 2019

Sixteen Black Candles

Tone deaf nightmares
Haunting turns to hunting
and all your screams are just mellow afternoise.

How can we keep this
this close anymore?
We’re rotating menially
and sleepily revolving over water.

All is a word that means everything:
Everything is a word that means all.
No one out - no one sparkling quite like you over stunning skylines. 

A man darkly shields his eyes
while sunlight subsists in sunbursts.
I don’t remember the last gauntlet
or devilish gamut’s of gambits. 

I only have one yellow
one pink
and one green piece of paper

that need to last me all night.