Horrid Pastoral

There, the giant ball of butter
melts over the cracked cake
of life up here.
Smiles brightly at the
engines and closed buds
and commercial mockings
of its form.
It swallows the tracks of
hello's, goodbye's, and
I-love-you's
as it talks to just us,
waiting under its shadow.

Ambiance

Well, I don't care. I can't sleep at night as it is, I don't want a light as bright as a thousand suns shining through my window. I'm not going to buy entirely new blinds for my house simply because you want to place a street lamp outside my window. There is no point to it anyway. Well, people shouldn't be out walking at night in the first place. Well, that's why I have a cat, they walk themselves. It's going to ruin the ambiance of the neighborhood. There's no need to raise your voice, I was just trying to have a civil conversation.

Medicine for Memories

Only you can bring me joy
when I have drank too much. The boy

would not stop giving me the glass,
so I went right down on my ass

enduring laughs from everyone!
I must admit that it was fun

now that I have you to remind
me. That's right, my homework fell behind

my bed. Oh Perrier, the sparkling
mineral water, you have been so darling.

Dusting on Anxiety

Forever it will be gone, now.
Gone from its peaceful home
where it was so kindly nestled.
Because I was careless
and too selfish to worry
over its well being.
Now I will never forgive myself
for ruining its inhabitance
and taking what it had known
for its entire three month life.
Oh, dust upon the shelf,
I'll never forgive myself
for ending you with that
bright red rag, moistened
with my future guilt.
I cannot bear to think how
joyful my life would have been
had I just left you in the home
that you were always meant
to be.