We Shared A Lakehouse.

It leads me to beleive that he used his dry skin as ink as blotter.
As matter of factly a statement could be said.
So it rang as so.
How can I enjoy my meal
if my grandparents cant get out of my drink?
No sooner had the sun set
then me to be assaulted by blue
raw hues of color, assaulting me as i rethink helplessly
No one told you to care this much.
So I attach, whats the cause for concern?
do we really live in such a bland world
that things such as genuine affection and honesty are discarded
for the virtues that idiocy eschews?

Octopi

Don't mind the garden
The octopus arent taking too well
I remember wide eyed awe
I saw a squirell!
What else besides prostitution
could i lay on my back and just enjoy it with glee
Above, space became my playground
venturing to wide open fields
with nothing in hand
and arriving back far after sundown
and open windows, starry nights
breezes, everything was right.
everything was right.

Shanty

What a hole my face has become.
To allow such filth to slip in
to listen, to allow, to give attention to such ridiculous notions
I swallow, and regain my splendor.
my eyes view a tree
a previous me would beleive in notions
like i was just with my girlfriends
or i really had to run an errand i swear, but
this incarnate cut through the revelry, and realized
that it went down, snapped under duress
enjoiyng its life as a log.