I Like You, But Not

It Won't Happen Yet, Ellen Mused, Mashing Cooked Carrots For Jill's Lunch. Breakups Seldom Do. It Will Unfold Slowly, One Little Tell-tale Symptom After Another Like Some Awful, Hellish Flower.

A Skeptic, I Would Ask For Consistency First Of All.

If You Expect Nothing From Anybody, You’re Never Disappointed.

We Walk The Plank With Strangers.

I Need Some Older, Wiser Being To Cry To. I Talk To God, But The Sky Is Empty, And Orion Walks By And Doesn't Speak.