Adam's Garden

getting tired of the thoughts that cascade down the waterfalls of the landscapes that sit inside.  the chair is built and sturdy but the campus is the wooden boar that bites the bark bitterly.  see what i mean?

Sitting among the palaces we admire the setting suns of lemons and sweets sip slightly and leave us thirsty.  Let us remember the first day and the last day and the in between days and all the air and smells and laughs and smiles. 

The air haphazard and the eyes unsure I fit inside salvation and I ask for a cure

I can oversee the future, and endeavour to tardiness.  I skip the sense of myself and kiss further than the titles.  I ask again and remind the world of this pallid pen.  This entire universe of thought and instinct buried in a hatchet with fangs and vultures and amazing talent.  They sit wisely by the [...]

Each accountable design, letting the just bleed away the dust of our time, I sit near the sun and decide to relay the best terms of dissent we can indulge. 

Tom waits behind me sitting like a deer I seek salvation and keep near living towards the sun but still with the horse I live today for fear of remorse

The eyes upset and a bit removed the sincere obligation of a Lancelot I sense the tender and consider the tenor I mistake sincerity for a bind I sit against the mirror and sip proudly and stare blankly and feel awake for the moment of now right now

I was sitting there quietly, still under the sun like a fortunate fool.  I was seconded to the aquarium and the landless mass I see not too far away.  I was sensible and intelligent, the vain hapless steward of melancholy.  my rope was up, and I pulled and pulled to the sun and back.  I [...]

only recently was I made privy to your anecdotes, those delightful doting derringers you throw towards me like a zephyr.  ah you, so tidy with you tongue.  yes, I suppose, I just hope one day I will learn the meaning of what I say he steps back and holds his brow, worried and fighting his [...]

the days gruesome and weary, the hours less so, we sat still and remarked upon the voyages of space and awkward endearing behaviors made less so by the distilled poison of your eyelashes.  I was kidding at first, but lastly not quite certain that we were held so firmly I was taken. as the hours [...]