Should one hope to escape the cityscape
Where the air is thick as thieves
In this hazy state, simply suffocate
By inhaling Q.R.V.
poetry
Rest in Peace
The moon told me she’d gone to bed
To dream of all that which you dread
She’d hollow out these hopes deceased
And so tonight, you’d rest in peace
Noumenon
My darling, one curse
I’m afraid will live on;
You shall never escape
My love’s noumenon
The One Before the One
The one before the one
Gave a moony girl the sun
Generously shared his fun
Guaranteed love wasn’t won
The one before the one
Was her heart’s due break from Lent
Never asked her to repent
Never took more than he spent
The one before the one
Shared with her his true confessions
Showed her love was not possession
Or the subject of obsession
The one before the one
Proposed that she give up her bluffs
Promised her when life got tough
She was still more than enough
The one before the one
Was one of the great’s she’ll ever know
But planted other seeds to grow
And so it just goes to show
When he was to and she was fro
When he was high and she was low
When he was re and she was do
When he was stop and she was go
When the sun was high and day was done
Something was lost, and something won
The woman she’d never have become
Without —
So, Thanks
So it hurt for a while,
Things felt a little raw.
So it was the kind of winter
That can take years to thaw.
So you chipped at my edges,
I feel better rounded out.
So you left me without water,
Baby, I survived the drought.
So you said I was a dream, love,
And now you’re all grown up.
So you fractured my heart:
Well, that’s how it opened up.
Q.R.V.
I can surmise all of the lies
He transposes veritably
Old acquaintance should be forgot
On the eve of Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Brush aside the nettles, you’ll find periwinkle petals
Spring delights in making mischief with thee
For the force inside the stem of a faerie diadem
Is the truest source of Q.R.V.
Serendipity (2)
Serendipity
The very word born of the sea
The when of who and what will be
Navigates the North inside of me
Serendipity (3)
Serendipity
The very word born of the sea
She whispers close and wanders far
And guides us by the light of stars
Her role in Time’s totality: universal anonymity
malarky musings 