*** I wrote this one while I was in Tennessee. Its layout is different from most of my other poems, which is precisely why I like it. round and round the carousel goes what happens when it stops? noone truly knows grasp me by the wrists let's play tug of war walk down life's hall and choose your final door knock once now knock twice a rap of three would surely suffice sing me a song as we dance among the flowers harmonies of innocense and what your heart devours you and I shall have our dance twirling softly in our own ambiance I think I'll blow bubbles at the heavens skidding accross stars and life's deep deceptions now fly
away so meek and airy on blood of a unicorn and wings of a fairy close your eyes against torrential rain and kiss me quick on lover's lane and now color me pure like a sinless dove clip these fierce wings as I bow down to love June 15, 04 Insomniac Poetry is my silence, my pestilence, my intensity.
