9Jan18 - Poem

Fantasies

Sometimes i don’t want to mess up my fantasies

I’d rather keep all of what a fan should see.

I want all the fake news

and what your plan should be.

I admire, these beaches;

a fan to seas.

You can say whatever you want,

what’s lack of candor bring?

Whats to make of any truth, embed

like sand in seems?

Embellished stories

delivered poorly.

Deceit with such esteem.

Intentions Novel

Whats to swallow?

Ride the course it’s brief.

These gestures fester

not to pester but monsieur, relief.

And not to call a bitch out, but

i must beseech.

Dear your conscience

Why the nonsense?

What i do, my queen?

Dark and lovely

brown eyed girl

but i can sense the green.

Not even ugly

Mosty cool.

But i can see the steam.

Hints the theme

minced up feeling

Singing pretty wings.

Pity

seems, we would have leaned

more towards the close, like steep.

But here’s a buck,

I give a fuck.

You treat my kindness cheap.

~~ Ray Aquarius