Not too
cool for school
for school
to cool
for
me
too
for
sicks
ate
Not too
cool for school
for school
to cool
for
me
too
for
sicks
ate
Tangent was the dune
beneath a shock
of moon
brilliant was
the light
leading kings to
queens to
night
In the cemetery the stones
Each an introduction to another character for our imagining hearts
making love
crashing down
to the ground
penning paragraphs
silence
sound
thrashing
spirit
mind
unrefined
absent-minded
formerly very stoned
in a fair trade off of years
for elevated consciousness
sullen moods
of missed connection
doorbell rings
a shift. perception
holding you
in my arms
Don’t know how i feel about the world has become so big and so small, but i know how i feel about you.
they may be hazardous to your mediocrity
‘friends’
meeting
trying
listening
feeling
speaking
touching
holding
hands
calling
texting
chilling
caring
swearing
laughing
love
Squids spray ink across
the under
water
the tide goes out
in
gallons of heartfelt
prose
© KatYa