rock bottom

flatter than the bottom of the tyre
like a stain on the skin
a freckle with ragged edges
or a spill on an old sheet
dried and lifeless

hydration and inflation
milk the dreams
to make it rain
opaque drops of snow white intention

keeping good company
til it hurts

or laying lower than low in the places
where the superior glow
can't shine

i wonder what can you grow here?

feel so fine

you are my moonshine
you make me cloudy
but i make me grey
sun shines
too
butter yellow cups of gleam
in the midday
light
mine radiates from within
so hot
so fine
so molten
melted on the vine
setting
in the shape
of the last feeling
known
to the last person
to feel
...
no more time

cry a little every day

withering on the vine and blowing in the wind, keeping the draft at bay.
finding the silver lining, chasing rainbows over the horizon and far away.
keeping a close watch on this heart of mine, taking it to the limit one more time.
wandering among the wreckage, looking for an angel.
the price you pay, you can't always get what you want.
in the middle of the road, crying out your name, freedom.

love

love is as love does
love wins all battles
love opens all hearts
love

bitchverse

feel it
feel the emotion
can't be contained
can't be stopped

anger
annoyance
exclusion
oneupmanship

i cant play that game
i wont play
but i will win by stealth

but i don't even believe it
i will desert the playing field

i will survive in my own universe
and leave the bitch to the bitchverse