Naivety On A Walk

Siberian foaming gurgles locked to the fount
Blue glass muffled gray
To tie my hands beneath the waning sun
Skin to peel silent when passers-by 
Look like snow-rotten flowers

Not Home No More

Chatter of clapping feet on rain
Wooden legs yearning trembling dresses 
Falling, shattering
His glasses empty 
Upon brunette floorboards 
Now all the same

Aces Always Guilt-Black

Dark dresses held above 

Wine-splattered 

Feet 

Kings and queens

Strutting around their 

Guillotines 

With clad-iron shackles 

Oops

They slip

Chains around the nobles' knees

As heads tumble 

Off the white

And every joker is laughing 

Because in solitaire

We play ourselves 

With an ace up our sleeve

Temporary Last Time

It looks like urine

And it truly does 
With its foamy gold

Yet it smells like water and
Tastes like mango tea
Which coincidentally,
It is

I never return the 
Coin of conversation
To the fizzing 
Vibrating 
Pond

Can we just have 
A normal talk without
Being angry?

Says the boy with 
IED issues 
And a pick-pocket heart

I speak for myself;
For myself in being pleasantly 
Gloomy without a bottle of ink
(Good for writing, good for
Staining things)

You can't argue with someone
Who's auto-switch-assumption 
Is that the people are 
Water drops of fire
Waiting to climb into your skin

So he walks out like the last
And the last before the last
For a temporary
Last time