Plantetic

Gridlocked richable;plateau paired with pineapple. Flavour sprung to the strung out planets. All popped up along the circle horizon. I’ll taste the confetti from the sun, piece together the cheese that falls from the moon. I’ll even drink the wine from a glass.

Concrete Towers

War’d weathered feet, come stomping sideways up the green cliffs.
We didn’t think to find the solemn giggles here.
The cave puffs’ it’s ignorance, so shallow in the cove.
The flighted breath under canopy , from clouds to the throne.
Sweet dragon roll momentum, the blue plate something to peer for.
Royalist ground pepper fits underneath the sticks; so humble to be tuned.
Dialed with crumb fingers and dry mouth, the worth beaming from concrete towers.

Words and Love

How do you leave something you love?
What about someone?
They are still nouns I suppose.
But a cave isn’t the same as a person
no matter how deep they can both be.
They are both nouns.
But one makes you feel more then the other.
Is that the difference?
It must be.
But maybe that’s just the adjectives talking to my noun heart
and making me feel adverbly a lot like a simile.

Clarity

Chipped up bananas with sauce the colour of an August sunrise.
Bent from clues across the globe, this place carries itself in it’s own hands.
Careful not to crunch in the dill, that spice is for the yellow rubber ducks. Free from speech because it’s expensive to make one. Or we’re not captured when we speak, only capturing audiences we can’t control.

I won’t buck at stars, but I will drink stars for a few bucks.
I will try not to do E and cough, but I will drink coffee.
Drinks are all the power in your system. Monsters, bulls with wings, even the captain sends morgan to connect with you. As hazy as that gets, they’ll always be the stars to drink, yeah it’ll cost you a few bucks, but the cost of clarity is indispensable.

a Nutty experience

I was a cashew rolled up in the carpet
I knew I was a nut but I couldn’t explain it
just that my left shoe was falling off
and my hair was in my eyes.
Ha! As if I couldn’t see my friends
they were peanuts, yeh
but I spent a lot on that jar.
It was engraved glass and tinted loose red.
That night in my sleeping bag living arena,
they say I got out my skillet and began roasting myself.
What else was I going to do with a million and two other things I couldn’t do.
Hum.
At least they didn’t add salt, because they also tell me,
I was good enough plain.

A Little Like Fun Lovin’ Wordplay

I coloured you with my red pencil crayon, 
hoping it would make you more ready.
I added meat to your plate- it was steak, and nudged a shot glass towards you, thinking you’d like to meet me in the park after dinner. I just want a shot with you, with high stakes and all.

I put a hole in the middle of your grilled cheese sandwich. because I’d like to give you the whole universe and I’d like to be the center.

Under the sun, outside your house I stood.  because I thought it would help you to understand that I want a son with you.
I stood out in the rain too, you kinda reign my heart.

I rang in the new year alone in the trailer 0f your backyard, because I want to give you a ring that lands us in the movie of Life; of great confrontation.

I want to see this through; it’s what I told the sea I’d do. No matter the dew in my eyes or the bees my skin may wear, you are where I want to be.