I love Life.

Its gorgeous outside.

Horrible Poetry Weather.

I've never done this before.
This is God awful.

But inevitable.

And I'm alive.
So, I guess I'll start drinking.
I drink, therefore I am.

Blue skies,
Not even a partly clouded mind.

These thoughts are sparse.

And my elation, unmatched.

A bike ride?

Maybe.

My modern romantic endeavor, obtained.
Who am I?
What have I become?

I'm surely no River.
Or burst of genius.

Was that an allusion...
or illusion.

Perhaps.

Absinthe and Halloween Costumes

...see notes below...

I'm quitting poems, six days clean.
Max, Max, wish you were covered in wax.
So I could never touch you.
And my boyfriend would not ? what I do.
We shamelessly spend our nights together.
I used to tell him, "Oh, hey... what's up?"
But then... I got stuck
Between a rock and a hard place.
We fought.
But He Knew.
It was best for me,
To still
See your face.

Oh [deletion],
on my shoulder
I'd like to hold her
But I won't.
Cuz I Shon't.

Next Verse. I Smile and smile.

Like a Haiku.
What can I do.
But Smile
(more alcohol)

OF COURSE!!!

Vodka Induced Poetic Slurry

...out of context...
...typed as written...
...written as orated...

You know your fickal.
If this was the sandlot,
your love would be a pickle.
But, Max, my dear....
-your my LITD.
-between you and I:
this is a secret.
And my baby boy, I hope you can keep it.
I have to ash, between me, Max...
I will not throw you in the trash.
My ash will grow, so will my love for you, ya know?

I'm out of thoughts =w= makes my bran distraught.
So becomes my sweater. Tear it off?
I BETTER! because my true love lies
a million miles away, and with him, I've got to stay.
END. FIN.