insatiable

you always think you want more

and when you get it all

you realise you have too much

at the pivot of inner strength
is the desire for it

why life is not fair

is because it's not fair

metaphor

love is baffling
love is cruel
love is temporary

it is for this that they say:
love is life

money is nothing more than weight
ironic in a society so obsessed with shedding it

self

i cant help it
i just happen to be so inclined

clouds are too fluffy

peaches over abundant

bosom sufficiently braised

for this autumn is called upon

to conclude the yellow

and commemorate

our temperance

i lug less
you chug more
you kiss all
i cry never

time waits occasionally for one
to catch up to it
and when one does
a promenade to a new dawn
is brief and fun

your feet are naked
my body is bare
my pockets are empty
but our minds are as clear
as summer

winter

how i've wasted
an entire sunday
staring blankfaced
out've the window to the right

head denting my pillow
quilt heaped
on the laundry-clad double bed

witnessed late daybreak
winked through noon
yawned at the sight
of evening's prematurity

now its all black

see, nothing has changed all day
even to this very moment
as night densifies
it is solely
you
i think about