I Went To See The Palm Reader Today. She Furrowed Her Brown, Crinkled Her Nose And Said, We All Couldn't

I crave you like carbs.

And all the salts of your body.

Joke

I asked Siri a question and she told me, " I don't know! Who the fuck I look like!? Google?"

She's on my mind.

She got there through the ear canal.

She's in my heart.

I think she got there through the lungs.

Of number twos.

Some may not give a shit (or two).

Others may take a shit.

Me, I often have a shit,

when people sometimes lose their shit.

We never had a song together, but we sure as hell had a life together.

The flowers do listen, like butterfly kisses. Along the wispy road.

Their crowns to the air, those ne'er-do-wells. With colors brighty shown.

No petals are broken, no fragrance unspoken. Barefoot along the path.

They sip morning dew, in gowns with deep hues. Their toes along the bath.

Slowly they sway, the wind combs the days. Away with gentle brush.

Each one a sister, the truth they do whisper. But lower than a hush.

.the wets

City lights,

so unique.

sidewalks,

mostly the same.

This time, it's personal.

I only will love you - to the end of your lips.

And immediately stop - right after this kiss.