Icarus's blog: "Hurts to watch."

I'd put you in my arm if you were bad for me.
But you're more like eating all my vegetables.
I could grow up so big so strong.
Just remind me to smile once in a while.
And I promise I'll remember that true love
is more than jamming your meat pocket with liquid me.

I wish that wasn't such a great place to conclude.
But you're all I have to look forward to.
How sad is that?
A fistful of lead, a mouthful of gold
and all these words dripping off the page
like scattered game
carrying with each one a lasting desire
left unnoticed
crinkling in the soot breeze and glow.

French fries and strawberry shakes.
Window light, and dawn's first break.
Notes passed stealthily by schoolyard agents.
A punch in the arm.
A sonnet littered sunday picnic.

Or a man on self-destruct.

Sorry its the best I can do...