light streams followed him endlessly through greasy window streaks of diner- layered nicotine an ambiance a sort of godly crazy it even puzzled him considering his mitigating circumstances #vss365

my path its mine i've taken it no need of your approval in applause nor my single thought of ever retracing its sorried state of poorly planned and sorely over-traveled from points of A to final Z #vss365

all that traveling bit of hers so much it left upon her face a craggy map if its too many twists and turns forced upon her taken #vss365

one travels whilst the other one waits each thought fraught with recurring drips of baseless insecurity will he still stare into my eyes or conversely in guilt look off in shame off to to the side? #vss365

they chalked him up to be a reigning king how saddening that'd be holding up all that cast of heavy metal and traveling to battlefields dying by the sword charging horses in fjords his victory face posthumously placed on the front of regal golden coins leaving all of us singing but choking up in such patriotic songs longing for another #vss365

they traveled together but left their face-timing at home sitting on the couch with the lonely dog

their travel together ended in that very minute and at the corner bifurcation severed by sharp edges and the carelessness that one of them a taken turn and the other found forsaken agape in left behind #vss365

we traveled to the Seine six thousand miles hopping off and on a dozen planes and trains again just to (get this, now) sit down to chat and snap a pic o tourists and their typical plastic faux versions of something thought romantic #vss365

damn my angst and endless traveling apparently a circling of nowhere each stone my feet have worn to round with a million or more of too many tredding introductions #vss365

animal behavior

flip flop summer tapers off then ugh searching woolen socks in closets #vss365

our early leaps those giggling teasing taunting feats laughing at all that heaviness of gravity what happened to its slowly taper'd off in waxing redirection to wit its raging flame to just some glowing embers? #vss365

each note promoted by his lips the genius is his perfect long and gentle slope of their elastic stretch to taper'd off in a final silence #vss365

let's make out someplace secretly like the last row in the last place they would know or go in the deep bowels of Mexico #poetry

life it rightly tapers off so someday we can freely smiling-sigh about that ride #vss365

the morning after last nights ravaging of hot blood and strange tastes of erotic hidden closets now no trace it tapers off to somber thoughts and silent walks away #vss365