Sleepy days and
blooming nights —
f i e l d s
drying out
of fine
c o f f e e
A nice, slow sip,
tasting some
fancy b e a n s —
a fragrant future
drawn on my
bitter e s p r e s s o
I stole a puff
blowing some faint
s m o k e verse —
but your tired eyes
wouldn’t read
f u z z y letters
S l o w words, fake rain,
dripping on
h o p e f u l grass —
some shattered glass
Spilling red ink
onto w e t p a g e
On sleepy days,
I write a faint
smoke v e r s e —
Our fragrant future
d r a w n on a
bitter espresso
A yellow rose
a bright red Moon
these wrinkled thoughts—
they need
some ironing
I outstretch my arms,
I yawn, I smile—
safe in the knowledge
that I am not
immortal
/Loathing
this endless
loop of
lazy sounds/
*
A yellow rose
a bright red Moon
those wrinkled thoughts—
they crave
some irony
A spider web
some deep, brown eyes—
a saturnine reflection
in my morning
coffee
/Loathing
this endless
loop of
lazy sounds/
*
A yellow rose
a bright red Moon
those wrinkled thoughts—
they need
some ironing
Where did She go?
I sensed her, near—
yet now she's
nowhere around
to be seen
/O Muse, come back,
bearing harmonious gifts—
effacing this senseless
loop of lazy
s o u n d s/
LannaZee 