Happenstance Assonance
She still jaywalks the streets of my mind,
Endangering the cars.
I stayed up all night delicately arranging my depression like bedroom decor.
Pressed my head against pillows to create fabric waterfalls.
The most natural inversion of all upward emotion.
Eyes have become stained glass windows etched with her beauty.
Can't see straight. Only in pretty colors.
The queen is in California this week.
May as well commit myself to an institution for hearing her voice.
I love you and anxiously await the purr of your soft serenity against my ear.
Until then you can find me tossing about in a straight jacket in my dorm bed.
I need you.