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Tap the pen
Return to a place
Beyond the limits
Of time and space
Mind is busy,
Wisdom is thick
Anything slick as
Skating oil
Blank tree
Waits for ideas
Listen to
The Pioneer of
Your freedom

remember me

I remember you, the softball at the corner of your lips
Your scent is everywhere, lavender, and that touch of spice which eclipsed everything. I remember the way you coiled your tiny fingers around my blanket, leaning into.The crook of my neck. You hated the curtains, I explained they were ancient. I wanted to seem eccentric to you in some way, a Vicente worlds apparent from my island. We were ink on milk. I wanted you to remember our first conversation, the night was rough and the sky spat tears that day we stood at the bus stop. You asked for an umbrella, and I said " I like your jacket" but really I liked your eyes a huge of brown and blue , the sharpness of your nose, and the soft brush of pink moist lips. We walk in between the rows of silence sliding disjointed sentences in. Lavender, I miss your scent, if only I had spoken to you at all

excuse me prime minister

Excuse me prime minister
What say
I
Of
My
Woes
We lead separate
Lives
I
May possibly
Implode
Your dreams cement
My paperclip.links
Excuse me
Prime minister
What do you think?
For I dream of business
An atlas.to behold
My world is a mesh
As you increment gold
The parlour
For each house
A sentiment too
Align all your architects
What else do.you do
To wipe your arise
With strikes of chiefs
To have candlelit
Dinners
Beside the reef
Yet when I handed
My business plan
For you to come through
Excuse me prime minister
What did you do?