On the one hand, I’m kind of glad I got to share it. On the other hand, the only reason I was able to share it was because she wasn’t here, and I wish she was here.
Beautiful child, created on the crest of the waveform of my thought, smoothy shop princess, pictures in the rain.
Bits and pieces, the cast off parts of fallen masters, 128 chips and 32 bits of a bus. Poems and tears, my strange love story.
Pretty girl, walk away into the grey grey rain, brown hair, brown eyes, wild eyes for kissing closed so softly.
Love songs and forgotten poems, fragments of genius lost, lost in me. All these ears, they hear my words of love for you, but yours do not, the only ones that really matter.
Only in your absence can I speak sweet nothings to the empty air, imagining your shadow. And in a final analysis, this supernatural, electrical love, my smoothie-shop princess, it’s all yours, all my heart for you, child of the wave-form of my thought.
Pretty girl, with fairydust in your wild eyes, I wish I had the courage to whisper in your ear those same things I spoke aloud to the whole crowd.


*note: I wrote this immediately after sharing 'Love Songe' at Word Of Mouth a few weeks ago.
*question: Do you think I ought to keep doing poems as journal entries, or present them as actual pieces of art?