inside my throat there's a bullet
and its aimed at something- i'm always unaware of.
i kill and drop like flies- because this black powder
inside me, isn't mine.

a cape over my heart- a blanket snapped in the wind,
when there is one [wind]. and my only hopes tattering,
are still flickering in the sky.
could they be worth a few eyes?

kaleidoscopic shattered glass
crunchy prickly colored grass.
a bundled child is passing over
my hearts needle-

one good idea- lets points
toward something- more beautiful.
what to, where to? wake up the night-
take a ride on my merry-go-round of
vurnacular emotions.
lets point toward something.
lets point toward someone-
keeping two words in mind.

speak a little slower, slow your tongue for me.
love love- i'll kiss you softly- even if
you are a man- feel my body inside your brain,
spread you wings in book flapping freedom-
rain down my veins from two worlds in mind.

glass bulbs- swirling inside-
kaleidoscopic shattered glass
crunchy prickly colored grass.
a bundled child is passing over
my hearts pointing needle-