Waking up and finding my mind kerfuffle
Apparition in the corner of my room knows mishmash against my will
Writing down the forlorn dream in the memoir,
Unbeknownst psychosis plays jazz on the radio.
I spread my anima through the spores of my fungal brain,
The ring that you gave me, now hangs in a rusty chain.
I'm a walking desolation, incapable of human intimacy
A river goes straight through my room
Enraptured by the flow of the water
Breaks through the threshold and creates desired lines.
Wind of forlorn May screams my name
Holds the quintessence of your resentments somewhere during the Renaissance
And I can't stop the cacophony of my mind.
Virginia bluebells blooming in the wooden heart, sage
Rotten Sansevieria sits on the edge
Gulping the tears of the mundane sky
And the cocoon dies right before my eyes.
I stare at the bell jar full of wilted Roses that you gave me
and it speaks a thousand stanzas of my myriad feelings.
Now they are divine like a glass of burgundy.
