evol.

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                                                                        evo.    O

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                          Love. Only in the world of poems, can it begin backwards.

the sweetest sin

sits there
it taunts me
giving in i'm aware-
its easy and its free

crying out my name
harmless it may seem
i wish i could tame
a glimpse of heaven, a dream

you are not a man
not a lover not a foe
you are not Paris, Iran,
nor Belize or Idaho

you are chocolate on my shelf
good for my heart, not for my health

No Questions Asked

surrounding each post there are
ruffles silkier than satin stripes
brass furnishings the cherry wood

that night the vivacious deep brown
is accompanied by
an ocean inspired aquamarine

colour splashes turqouise and fresh
would remind one of an oceans wake
quietly dreaming on a warm majestic cloud

Ancient Wisdom

Rich wood of the
Queen sized bed is
Streaming with
Long gold tapestries and
Rouge and
The homemade backboard
That has historic value
Intended to be
Passed on to future
Generations of white queens
It would hold an
Elegant atmosphere
An archaic golden
Elizabethan ambience

Moon Slides Away

This dollhouse was extremely spacious
It's sturdy frame stands beyond expectations
Posing perfectly

On the long mattress was sheets ivory coloured
At the head rest a pair of the young
White the spotless

On the comforter and sheets
The delicate lace of the embroidery encompassed the skirt
Unimaginable indescribable

Strong the mirror directly across reveals
Whites and blush pinks the face of adolescent tears
Loving every moment

The objects were a perfect piece of art
The first grown up bed was pleasantly surprising

4-20

A city wearing a dark cape
over it's broad shoulders.
A pair walking past a tall monster
with one strong leg and many arms.

Music of drums rumbling for miles,
accompanied by its best friends-the spotlights.
The girl uncontrollably shrieking,
something strange that causes the body to shake.

The boy carrying a hand-held swimming pool,
he poured it into him, rather than plunging himself into it.
It was a dark liquid,
thicker than summer night air.

On his lips,
sat a short recorder.
From it came a puff of perfume
that drifted into the black abyss.

magnet

mouth like a magnet,
vividly i recall,
pulling me.

mouth like a magnet,
against the wall,
for all to see.

reality t.v. (inspired by jeff griffiths)

It informs
It persuades
It inspires
It invades

It reveals and
It hides
All the truths
All the lies

Swallows us
Whole, leaves us
Begging for more

That little black box
On the living room floor