1.

and now
sitting here
feeding
the air
with
hazy
blue
smoke
i stretch out
my heart
and feel
what the
eyes
have
forgotten

before me
an empty
slice
of
the world
slides
under
my chin
like
moongrass
and slinks
under
my collar
tugging
my heartless
sleeve

2.

sometimes
a mirror
is a bad
omen
and sometimes
it's a piece
of useless
glass
sometimes
a stray
thought
is a sight
of g*d
and sometimes
it's soap scum
down
the drain

finding
gold
in the ground
is nothing
really
special
but coins
in the sofa
are always
miraculous

to find
a soulmate
is a
bad dream
i can never
wake from
but a secret
little
kiss
in a room
full of
strangers
fills
my
forevers
with
magnolia
dreams


i always
appreciate
the little
things

often
there's
nothing
bigger