From Small Things Love Grows

From small things my love grows, From small things I see grows contempt. The small things. Ah, the small things, The shape of a mouth considering. Considering the shape of a mouth. A rambling, to a look; a look, to a rambling. From a movement in an action; in an action from a movement. Silence…

I Am Altered

I Am altered… Down the pill I traveled. And boy oh boy, I like it down here. My purple little friend. You look like a pillow I want to lay my head. I want to swallow you again… but you’re gone… Why did you leave me? Just come back! And hang out with me again!…