Sweet anesthesia blue eyes cold dysphoria cocaine rain of my mind's decapitation falling into the abyss wearing out the solstice of the corrugated moon behind the cold dysphoria sweet anesthesia blue eyes Sweet meeting promises bound butterfly kisses as a burning ember fall and pierce the desiring heart smiles on faces reflected within the heart and soul gaze with desire joy reflected love never ends alas, there is a grea...

Of autumn's cozy winds snobbery's jilted kin in sleeves of cooler weather turning leaves into chowder embracing mannequins with moonbeam-savoring cheddar scrumptious appetizers for the quiche in nature's culinary of pumpkin treats of autumn's cozy winds snobbery's jilted kin

What better way to do with a string... fly a kite string popcorn makes a cat's cradle in a basket and don't forget... to tie your shoes walk the doggie on a Yoyo with a string around your finger play a bass guitar make a string bracelet holding on to a falling star What better way to do with a string... a hammer and nail to hang a picture with a string and don't forget... to tie your shoes ones, that are blue

Across Andiron's silhouette straddling feet listening to the house tuberculosis cold embers in the dark's sweet peas leaping from the pod on no man's sod on the floorboards where now lay frost listening to Mama sing, "When I reach the city where all my loved ones are" leaping from the pod on no man's sod in a house of memories without sound across Andiron's silhouette straddling feet

Of leaves rustling in nature's autumn breeze snoring in midnight's gentle symphony and the infinite waters of winding rills as twilight curls around the legs of hills caressing the shadows in life's energy whispering scented ginseng for tea in the falling rains for shampoo snoring in midnight's gentle symphony

Autumn winds, moonless seas my heart begins to dream listening to the willow hair raining a different tongue whispering minuets echoing herons of endless wings in timeless shadows sung forever waves of emerald eyes and the falling gills of leaves listening to the willow hair billow upon the pillow's lair

In the patchwork quilt store life is but a thimble in a basket or lost in a pocket of time with a clock to mend the socks molding life around one's finger a goblet full of suspicious dreams in the patchwork quilt store

Simple sticks, birds in a nest nature's argyles and twigs trees losing their wigs as Autumn goes the wind listening to the silence now covered with leaves from green to gold jeans simple sticks, birds in a nest nature's argyles and twigs

Breathless fingers lingering scattered leaves reaching of Autumn's cold khaki in ethereal woods of the burnished vane's copper whispering soft winds sleep calling the kettle Father as shadows follow the moon listening to cockney of Autumn's cold khaki

Of wind songs and gravity Play-Doh in nature's egg embodying the aether blue skies and providence listening to the ecology whispered by the trees of wind songs and gravity Play-Doh in nature's egg

Autumn leaves wind-borne crisp as the golden sheaves dervishes twirling monsoons of an opus in wooded crops falling from the tree's hatbox filling nature's silent butler leaving fingerprints of metaphors with a shadow from the Commodore... Amen

Dripping winds from the valance from the mind's dark Gotham beneath the housewarming chair in twilight's intoxicating embrace wandering lullabies ascending stairs leaving footprint threads in silence listening to the sleeper's quiet cries candles, spiders, and lurking eyes share time's looming nighttime gloom memories run amuck in deep pools dancing to hollow echos of regret from the mind's dark Gotham

Sailing dreams with the wind between beneath the moonlight on dolphin wings listening to the waters of bottlenose bluenecks raising fins to the themes sailing dreams

From the shaker's vault and the veins of salt in nature's frame a leaf about to fall from the tree of life listening to the voices of humanity's reign in nature's frame from the shaker's vault

Harboring the memories in nectarine nocturnes when we were young and courted lemons plucked tenderly that held a scent of nature's beyond touched by the breath of soft mellow winds in nectarine nocturnes