you take things so dirty
and word them so beautiful
you cause me to
desire to speak the things
i despise the most

and then back them up with
czech etymologies

why do i write these things down?
they remain on a page
they do not grow to
godzilla like proportions
do i think that they will move?
you
or
the world?
much less even a leaf
much less even myself
often times
they lean
towards the garbage
my invisible pen pal
putting a weapon
in his mouth.

No-one ever
went to bed angry
with a new free car.
But no one ever
woke up happy with
a sore neck.

How quickly
things can change.

for the words i wrote last night
and published into the neversphere
i forget what you said
but your brilliance will live in
the foreversphere