Siam Sam

This twick twack makes my ears smile with a nauseating noise, but this is not a negative emotion it is more restless in its attempts to arrest my mind and lasso anything I thought was my own thoughts.

Ease off says the gremlin and I know she is right. I am no bomb builder and I do not believe you are either.

The magician’s curse goes POP, wonderful I exclaim. Oh hello lover, lover hello. Bang, bang, bang, out of bullets for this violent outburst. Reap the benefits, the benefits you stole.

Harsh words make me tingle through closed doors with open windows. Zendos you said to me, you said to me, Zendos. Hello hunter.

Some see my sadness as the source of the so such hunger I have accumulated from seasons past of, nor love, nor happy, nor smiles, the freckled complexion only being broken by a pretty eye.

Magik
The odyssey of truth and gain
Mixed with gin and a olive
Matching jackets at a $2 store
Your heart, my eyes
Infinity times the universe, three times over

Please hold my hand as I cross this line of realiy and dream bound by the thread of heart, with one kiss pullling me into the oblivian.

Slowly constricting my love into a plastic bag shaped like a lie. Spilt milk gathers not the dust but mould from reason. Your logic stemming from your self-confidence, equalling naught.

Today’s tomorrow is yesterday’s past and tomorrow’s future yet with each slow tick of an extravegant clock resting on your arm, we lose the present and are left with nothing

The names of minors infiltrate our box, did this have a purpose or was it just a surprise?

We are all dreamers with a less-than-dream-like existence.

The softest skin pressed against me while my area goers say "Wow, look at that love," with shifty eyes you dodge the calibres of bullets flying one, two, three.