Storage Ghost

my eyes roll like dice, scattering probabilities spiced!
the cost of a gamble?
is scratching my head as i ramble !

whatever to the never,
‘cuz it’s not like IT intended on ever really coming through ( at least, FOR YOU)

their languished, weary confusion, was then
re-billed to my mirrored delusion!
i can either pay it, or let it go, overdraft?
after which, the picture and frame would both laugh !

‘cuz what a scene that would be, ha –
to portray : my dismay, on the table of their concern?
i much rather burn!!!
until i’m left crusted from the flickering flame...041421 SG

fire, plants, art decor
peeling away at this smoke and ash –
forgiveness is requesting to come to pass,
but i’m too stubborn to ever remember,
that my preference for Spring is not tantamount to your December!

so i choose to remove myself like a fly, chilling against the wall.

but if you were close to my ear, i wouldn’t dismiss your call.
neither, would i smash at the annoyance of your disposition.
irrespective of how preciously, you may regard that ‘position’.

i shutter to believe : we could shoulder next to the grudge
‘cuz it wouldn’t be long until we succumb to the nudge
but,
by storing my memories to your ghost? i’ve relinquished our odds to the abyss and uttermost!

Perpetual Sink

040419 PS

“filtered so you can drink…”

my love is like a perpetual SINK.
this water has been filtered so that you can DRINK.
this is more that my mind having a THINK.
i’m here to make minds LINK!
eyes WINK!
& jewelry CLINK!
but
what rhymes with noTHING?
KNOW TING, so that you can make it BLING and spill it but not onto your SHIRT
for coffee is the color of DIRT
you know black without the CREAM?
my itch is so nervous you might think imma FIEND
my FLOW is so WHOA if you keep listening you’ll become a FIEND
come through without having to see
cuz I need you to FEEL, 4 WHEELS
without a gamble or loud noise that may CRACK
silence is golden you fool, rest on easy without a nervous LACK
fumbling, mumbling, and stumbling
oh, darling – I know this may all seem like too much of a BORE
but it’s meant to tickle your eyes, yes you’re on the right FLOOR!
whether on the table or free from the GROUND
let me hear you make a SOUND!