Marbleyes

pixie dust is all it ever was
bubbles of soap popping in my eyes
extraordinary myths dancing alive
oh and the beliefs, proven false, as ever was.

This is my letter to the editor
the son of a bitch has been so bitter
all of her letters were once so strong
and now they seem to have become
so
thin pale skin whithering away into
more pale thin bones to hold up your
piece of shit thoughts that seem to
overlay and overlay until everything is just
decaying into the world you want to
see us all embracing so that you can
try to call what you do laughing.

This is my letter of apology to the ones who cared
it’s because of you that I’m even still here.
There were so many reasons I should have run
should have hidden myself away out in some cave
to rot till I look kind of like…
nevermind.
It’s for you that I write so many times a night
no matter the satire I spew in all directions
I can tell you truly, that though a selfish kind we are,
it’s for your patients that I would die.

And these are the lines that I swear to be unique
kind of like the time we …
filled in the blanks.
I think there was at least one more lesson to learn
and I think it was that we all sometimes turn
sometimes cross the line
and certainly, love so divine.
The three letters that spell out her.
This thing, so unique, to the look in our eyes,
where we both may know that the future may lie
and both will approach at exactly the same time
because that’s just what we’re all about.

That, and shooting stars.  :D

and the wheels on the bus go round and round…round and round…