i grip
your heart
like a symbol
that drips
apart
shoot the shit at the wall
made me proud
thoughts in the winter
of mind
ideas that fell into
eyes
i write poetry
about beauty
to forget about truth
the taste of existence
in confectionary sugar and beer
obscured by dreams of
mediocrity
you grip
my heart
like a drumstick
hitting a cymbal
Author notes
Written March 28th, 2006
