He loved everything airy and light: traveling and laughter, unicorns and weed. He hated everything in the deep: Deep thoughts and conversations, emotions and being loved. And he hated me.    

He prefers three things strictly: A good wife, a poet and a cup of coffee With these he can converse with anyone happily Disregards loud mouth and curses Curses that hurt and provide pains Hating unwise decisions and mess He chose me among the rest.

She stared fixatedly at a point  Past his right shoulder. ”You are raunchy, loud and a bore.” He smiled With dead eyes. ”You, my dear, are expensive, dramatic and bossy.” This is why they stopped talking to each other.  

WINGS I envy eagles and butterflies, I envy ravens and bumblebees. I envy all creatures born with the gift of flight. I achingly long to have wings of my own. Feathery but strong as steel, iridescent purple, blue and white. Wings as beautiful and fierce…

Would you never   Would you never try to seek everything thou left to me? Would you never tell me thy existence was based on this love?   Form- Golden shovel (Never seek to tell thy love by William Blake)

Original line is from Howl, by Carl Ginsberg: “who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish” I cannot tell you how or who creates poetry out of the scribbled, mush-mashed ramblings told by all….

Been days since I started And I still have Miles To travel To A place to Go With only so much time Before Wanting to give up I Just want to go home and Sleep (Line used is Robert Frost’s “And miles to go before…