micropoem – Scribbles 'n Bits

I Hate Musicals

An element, 
a variable, 
a gentle twisting knife
deep inside.

Beneath the Bridges Nigh

What is a mere walk between friends?
A missed kiss 
in chlorophyll soaked air. 


What is it about you?

around you

Do that thing again.

You cry while I hold you,
like the little baby I am.

Don’t look now, 
but

wow,
I’ve never fucked up
so completely. 

Oh wait, 
yes I have.