Brabble Babble

Opposed directly
More grabble babble
Listening too a faint squirm
Somewhere back in the head.

Climb upwards
and cut the branches down
Seeing rectangles

Flamingo

An endless and unwilling imitation of the sloth
Dizziness from fifty-seven cups of coffee
slowly, it gets dark, transitioning into nightfall
but there is a rising pulse,
there is a flaming desire,
I see the Flamingo Bird

The Mouse

Bleeps and bloops
loud fingers on a the keyboard
or maybe it's just the keys
While the mouse is as quiet as ever
just like the real ones.
You only ever hear a click or two.
The keyboard can't stop.
Though I've dreamt of stopping.

The Lily

Placed in a public space
With all the ambience of green sound
As well as plastic
And loud walks and talks.
Amidst sterile walls
Between the towering columns
Right besides the front desk
Down by the floor

there lies The Lily.

It's Not What You Had, It Is What you Are Left With

I am reminded of that long-ago time when I
- this unemployed 
ever so slightly leaning towards the intoxicated side
rather than the sober and generally more behaving side -
Started to go out this girl

In a horrendously foolish adept to seem mysterious
and therefore maybe, hopefully and perhaps aspiring towards being interesting (...)
, I only ended up with a girl that didn't know her partner in crime.
A mistake indeed.

Might I add:

The warm, soft cheeks
moist, red lips
reaching out for contact
whilst the shoulders make a run for it
just in order the send chest and stomach forward
A deep breath
followed by the most arousing sigh I have ever heard.

It's not what you had, it is what you are left with.