princeless

the girl with a face
that's princeless
showed up with calvary
in moon-beams

the ode, swarms
colorful with pink
and red roses
clothed the seams

I watched from the cold
and asked for a cigarette
everyone fights it
in the old

the recycling truck
picked me up
and made me new again
before supper

the gangs on motorcycles
gave me twenties for the club
the recycling truck
road me on the back
to see her princeless

this girl

I saw a picture
hither though
with a tincture
in flavorless flow

the white liquid
of white-out
dotting stars
in the night

her face gently
sparkled
clothed in black
in starless bright

the curling iron
sat and burned
a dotted line
in Sir Byron's arms

the scattered words
of limitless poems
opened together
and I saw the words
tethered together
in infinite prose

a million songs
come together

a million longing
caravans, strung together
with hemp, and rope
bind the starving

again I sat on an endless hiway
and she picked me up with my bags
and we road to the stop
red signs everywhere
stolen together
in a million songs

marie

the sun rose
opened it's petals
in a thousand tails
around the pose

when the sun lifts up
and rays fall delicately
in the serious cup
and baying hounds relatively
close

I saw her eyes
open and rise
in a film

and sterling roses
close in ties
stunning and bright
open and pose

I saw her eyes
and blushed
like a child
in the playgroud

when the nets
catch the bees
and we swing along
on our knees

the end of the book
came to a close
in a thousand eyes
in paper thin and slight

I watched her hips
from the stands
sway, and tip
like a weapon in the night