KAYLEIGH LOVES JAKE HANSEN
it's only so often the blow might soften the look i get when we collide. the ego & pride have gone & crashed through the driver's side
window, missed the meadow, & rolled to the feet of those
who never expected & faithlessly objected to a plan soulfully connected, working itself in the dreaming reflections
& loving afflictions in a boy.
and the kitchen light dreams of breakfast
on a morning after storming, thinks fondly of the hand last to touch her. pouring
and storing her tangerine
affections into 17
glasses that are clean.
!
window, missed the meadow, & rolled to the feet of those
who never expected & faithlessly objected to a plan soulfully connected, working itself in the dreaming reflections
& loving afflictions in a boy.
and the kitchen light dreams of breakfast
on a morning after storming, thinks fondly of the hand last to touch her. pouring
and storing her tangerine
affections into 17
glasses that are clean.
!