THESE SIMPLE NIGHTS are
simple dreams
if you are going to
dreamland take parsley
,sage and a white candle
and remember those you
left behind: they were once
the best friends in love
tell her to meet me outside
by the deep forest green —
express the light and spirit
i once felt when she first kissed
me there. A scarlet mark upon
my heart and Life which I shall
wear with honor for the true love
of mine.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
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i am just a fig; a small plastic
figurine man
who has a bigger heart
than all the world;
3.7 billion produced
my protegee
make children smile
a Lego set
within archetypes
of all minds
so many produced
unnamed to simply
fit within a certain
theme like life
ooh! oh, a romantic
heart is misunderstood
and the many hearts
collecting me
some without collecting sets
i am so misunderstood!
oh, the romantic heart
all they wonder;
torso, head, and neck-wear
legs — the customization
wears upon my tender heart!
oh! a romantic heart
is all a plastic dream!
:: 03-01-2015 ::
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