• Famed attempts of crocodiles in the sky
    Mourn their brothers of black roses and bowties.
    An observation of webs through the morning dew grass.
    These forgotten rhymes form the shadows of your past.

    Exhibit A: The Lone, Striking Girl

    Beauty is in the eyes of every beholder
    As she flaunts her single skill.
    Though little to no talent is needed,
    It’s a pastime for the other fifty still.
    She’ll dress per her mood,
    In accordance with the sky
    As jets overhead
    Fly a low passerby.
    Encounters have gifted her a timeless tale.
    Colloquies in vanity, a bait-and-switch sale.
    Given a shot, she’ll aim for the chest,
    Just to your left, where aspirations rest.
    But futures bother her not, if you know what I mean.
    With looks like those,
    Endowed an ends without means.

    Now you may never know when draining slumbers will end
    Because even with eyes open, these dreams seem to send
    Etchings of visions that long for the past.
    Every walk through the park was a walk through the grass.


    Exhibit B: Your Local Cute Boy

    Never top of the game,
    He’s always halfway between.
    Stuck in the ranks
    Of every boy on the scene.
    Mostly ever a friend
    To every exhibit on show.
    Dreaming in vacant fields,
    His envy will forever grow.
    He knows what he wants for every time or every two.
    But before assertions first, the familiar chase has run through.
    This moment he stands alone, static in the rain.
    Waiting for a cab on the way, to bring him new pain.
    So next time your lips burn for sentimental vice,
    Remember that high ends fade.
    But your local cute boy will forever and always look nice.