Monday, September 17, 2012


caramel mornings
are the best kinds of mornings
because I can forget.
Where everything is quiet,
there are bright fuzzy sweaters,
and the chill in the air
creates breath smoke
so I can be a dragon.

the world can swallow me
I loose my words
in other people’s metaphors and
the daylight consumes me
if there isn’t a little touch
of foggy sunset.

I am not much of a dynamic character
but maybe my habits
can be okay with you,
if you like.