Enchanting the young night is Shielding the blossomed, bright moon. The dashing black coat of his Twirls her white dress to the tune. Gaily, he sings and swings his hips Bestowing the maiden fresh lips. His heated blood furiously whirls As intimate passions unfurl.
Waking Up in the Morning
The piercing ringer stabbed the heart of my rest As he dragged me from the calm sea of dreams Onto the rough sands of consciousness. Little the motherly bed cradling me could do In a pulling struggle with the ruthless ringer. I clawed onto the rosy pillow instinctively as the duel grew. Inevitably, he snatched me from her with shrilling power And dictated my drunken mind to hustle the scattering...
To the Invisible Friend
“Invisible” friend, please do not go! This news has my soul composed of dark crows And will leave our future adventures mowed. For you and I already know: My heart thirstily turns In such a different term Than that of what the “Normal” yearn. This is why you had been churned. I’d rather join you in our fights with the Mad Hatter Like we’re Batman and Robin and be badder Than the schoolyard punks...
From the Invisible Friend
Wild child, I’m sorry to say – You must not crayon me no more Nor can we place a time to play. No longer can you be a hermit hardcore. And why to your mother you protest so loud? Do you not understand real is truly real? Real friendship, Is sung with a sweet sound That time by time never loses appeal. My time is a time of a man hanging on the thin tip Of a crumbling cliff. So just end me with a...