a five second glance.

what a wonderful complexion
such honest round eyes
though your face leaks out micro expressions
that reveal your truest colours

under your eyes
are the creases
that only tight conservatism can form

the way your nose scrunches
sending your crimson lips to purse
conceals such a sharp tongue

it's not your tongue that lashes me
but your silent militance
and staunch reverence
for those of your own type

you're a beauty
but you'll never be for me

used bookstore. [volatile organic compounds]

you walk out of the cool autumn rain
into a used bookstore
past the chestnut antique coat rack
bombarded by the hue of warm light, yellows and browns
slowly evaporating into the air from vintage lamps
transient like cigar smoke
the floor beneath your feet creaks
sending vibrations into your spine
reminding you of a melody you thought you had long forgotten
a familiarity so strange to you
a sweet almond-like scent emanates from
the books lined up expertly on sturdy wooden shelves
the shopkeepers wholesome smile extends towards you like an embrace
that makes you feel like you've known her since the beginning
her caring green eyes contemplate your trajectory within the room
from behind her thick black rounded spectacles
that of which are anchored to her body via a long black string
resting on a faded grey woolen cardigan
the books she handles give off an almost magical dust
which innervate your soul with a strange sense of significance
her almost vague smile strikes a chord of panic within you
as you come to realize you've never ever really left the store
to walk into it

bathtub illusions.

while sitting in a bathtub
full of luke warm water
pull the plug from the drain
and sit as still as you can
until all of the water
has gone

you will feel heavier
than you've ever felt
in your life

seasons of love. [in progress]

autumn love is impending,
the heart cooling off from summer's burning lust
submitting to dichotomous winds that blow warm and cool, simultaneously

winter love is the most desperate,
the heart sinking into an isolation only another heart can vanquish
here the heart beats its slowest, barren

spring love is the most hopeful
the heart feeling what could be a new beginning
thawing from potential trapped beneath a sheet of ice all winterlong

summer love is the most lustful
heat and increased entropy dictating chaos and recklessness
pure carnal drives let loose drowns the brain in pleasure

orthodontic tuning.

orthodontists are experts at changing guitar strings.