Clouds in the head, drowning

same olde language

nothing unique ‘round

here I’m just the same as I ever was.

Curiosity killed the gleam

verbosity got you stuck in them daydreams

too cautious or content to be appalling

Hold please, simplicity is calling –

“speak.”

“You shouldn’t seek these things,

they become me.

Say what you want to see

just to be what happens.”

A sonic brittle little cottage in a field of purple reign

bring em out for a day on the sea

dinner ‘round a mile of table

bulbs,

back porch sprawls,

no brawls.

A studio far from home I’ve known

windows follow slanted ceilings

A king who does not hide from my visions,

he knows them as his own

dramatic lover, so romantic

deep in the word, in the groove

I think then, right there we’ll be my muse.

“I misjudged you

apologies, kneeling

I bequeath thou this longing for a meilleur feeling”

Cloud is heady, reeling

I’ll miss these solo strolls when I reach some future, squealing.