Another threesome from the early 2000’s. Short crap.
Wilson (c) 2004
Written for the author’s seatmate.
There’s this boy whose wealth is a blue envelope
So that his confidence can cope
And the girl beside him wrote in untrue nostalgia
This stupid, idiotic, and eccentric stanza.
Haiku (c) 2001
I watched the swallowed moon that night
Burying my feet into the sand.
Incomplete Whatsit (c) 2001
I suspect. I doubt. My hands were cold from the blood I had taken from him: he, who had purposely laid down his life for my unnecessary webs of incompletion. I beg thee to give me this serenity: let me suffer. I had forsaken the love destined for me, and because of this, I must dwell in this hot and painful broil inside my chest. Where hast my love been?
I had been selfish, thinking that i will still have the being who will cast the infinite light of love upon my own darkness.