There is a wall
built down 
the memory lane

It is guarded well
with spokes
and grills

Cemented even
to push me around
the other way

Behind it
I don't clearly remember
But is something fierce

Like a tidal wave
That can break in any day
and take me away

Could it drown me?
or 
Could it teach me

How to swim.

Self Life or Shelf Life

I used to be enraptured 
Often and how

Ruptured.
Is all I am right now

Have you ever tried fitting magic
into a long lasting logic?

Nature
I'm told
Has no added preservatives.

Lemon Chilly Butter Honey


Lemon Chilly Butter Honey

Loving you is like tasting life
And I miss you each day
With a growing appetite

In a day is a year
In a moment, months

Loving you is like tasting time
So life always comes to me
as a pickle or wine