An Assortment Of Clouds

its like a carnival
i swear
this crippling cough i wear
toiled around my neck;
my ball and chain...
feel it as it cuts skin deep
vanity taken as sin -

the wasting away of beauty
its like drowning in shallow water,
i swear
they could have killed this feeling
so long ago;
but that would ruin this presentation...

the sky
broken apart
and golden shining -
it was wasted on you -
this thought can never mean
so much to you;
so dont get angry.

a deepenend black abyss
centered in your eyes;
oh the things
all of them you could be hiding
everything in there.

jargon clouds my mind.






An Assortment Of Clouds