~Pocketful of Poemsies~

Thoughts Written Quickly

   Whimsical waitfuls are beckoning the balconies

and turning with trances of time

In dreams of bruised knees they will sway back

and forth without knowing where it’s all at.

    And it’s times like these colors imply more.

Blue, rust, green oxidizing alley staircases

Copper doors, dancing wood floors.

Enjoy every bon bon you’ve ever desired.

    My loves turn me fool

with whatever I do

My dreams cascading in light

Mesmerizing brain waves.

Tasting tantalizing salt grains, of skin.

    Plummeting pansies draping the necks

of the ladies transfixed in the new sound

But ne’er the forgetter of the olds and the wetter

of rain on the panes all around.