A Boy With Roses

Bird Science

It\'s apparent to me 

A new time is coming

It\'s an iceberg in my mind

Crying Auld Lang Syne

I\'ve seen vivid images of a red end 

They were as stubborn as a cool mule

Or a snoring whale during an Indian summer

Perchance I\'m under a spell

The giddy world opened for Bethesda

I was informed

Rain fell from the firmament

Filling her

 

It doesn\'t make any sense, it\'s an idiosyncrasy 

A shadowy figure 

Future Mother Nature

I will never stop pointing at the moon

So I welcome the new time, this moment won\'t last forever

Life is an Indian giver, sparkling like gold in mud

I\'m aware, I won\'t fall for the ruse

I squash pain into my core like it\'s a fruit

I\'m like someone on a mission

Spaceman on Apollo 11

Like some kind of curious Hobbit

Going on an adventure with a crooning voice

I can\'t escape the noise

The callous winds are ushering

I\'m entering the night in a queer way 

 

My thoughts are being as loud as gunshots

Saying I\'m a ghost of Pensacola

A handmade Tallahassee

Sun-like and mango yellow

A masturbating homosexual sent to Coventry 

I\'m the unreliable narrator

Titan Atlas

Loving Thamyris

Aristotle believed that swallows hibernate in winter

I chuckle, it\'s a miracle, I\'ve been chicken-stuffed 

I\'m becoming you

When I have the time I\'ll get to it.