Wonderboy.

Folded napkins,
Fallen tree limbs
And needles
They all represented the life we had and have and wish to have
Jolly holly ghosts of life.
Exuberance, you know?

 

 

Sometimes I still really think
I’m in love.

I have felt it before, you know.

 

It’s quite a feeling.
Whirling and fretting.
The best kind of heartache.
The most interesting dying.

 

Your face doesn’t produce it
But there is something.
Are your pheromones
Extra strength?
Double trouble?
Buy one get one free,
I think it must be
One year is free
Until the next is heart attack.

 

 

Sometimes I lie in the middle of the street
And stare at the stars.
You’re never with me,

No one is.

 

Sometimes I fold paper
Just to see the winkles.

 

Sometimes I toy with the hearts of others
To try to look through your eyes
When you played with me.

 

Sometimes I just quit.

 

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It never lasts as long as I think.

Wonderboy.