Classification

Little Lucy lost

peculiar puzzle pieces

simple, smooth, small

it is indecisive 

black, but bleak

twisted talk time

drowning doom—disengage 

Ex-Mail

She holds herself up 

with one finger expecting

you to hold the rest

of the nine. That's not a 

plan, it's a dream—it's 

the hope of demands. 

Watch your back, take 

a quick breath and stop.

By stop I mean, grow up. 

Swing of Melodies

It's easy to forget

why we are here

I'm not sure why

and somehow I'm 

just a spec in your 

eye—but none

of that matters because 

I'm here. I'm right 

here