LINES ii

undefined pathways

 

intertwining intercourse

 

    separate these shadows of

 

your silhouette’s waltz

 

with every indirect indication

 

I made, in

your

                      direction.

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Stoic.

Silently holding space

void of any

presence more profound

than your sworn personality

sketched sketched by the

hand of a blind reality.

_____________________

 

Secrecy comforts the kaleidoscope

 

of shades painting the outline

 

of each rock skipping

 

decision; never settled,

 

 

 

always unsatisfied by the

sinful pleasure of unknowing

which way is north.

 

E.L.

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35     SOLO

I kinda knew

flew from the friend flu

did I cross the line

or are you lyin? 

 

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Chestnut guts

Fuck I'm fucked

By just the way you smile. 

 

The way you lift me up and up

I wish you'd stay awhile. 

 

Bones in your face  

Waves in your eyes

Pink canoe lips

I could drown in for miles

 

Stay for awhile

One minute slower.

Stay every day

Over and over. 

_____________________

 

I like to think you feel the same. 

I like to think.

You feel the same. .

 

S.J. 

 

Steven Jones