Fibonacci and Why I Love Walden

This is all old stuff. It was for a math final, of all things. 

Psychoses

Sleep

Evades my grasp

I'm left to wonder and wallow

In my mind, echoes and hollow

Mix together

Fuse

Can't

Place in order

My thoughts or things inside them now

I have to name the why and how

Of things long since

Gone

  

Babylon

Oh, Babylon

Lush gardens soaking rooftop sun

Rich markets trading silks, gold, silver, perfume, frankincense and myrrh

Oh, Babylon

With secret riches gleaming

In your city streets so teeming with vibrant life and luxury

Oh, Babylon

My heartstrings twang at thoughts of you

And the sorry ages that will pass after you are dry ruins

Scribe

Dark

Dry and

Welcoming,

Empty passages

Beckoning for me, papyrus

Knowledge lining halls,

Scrolls filed,

Full of

Lost

Words

Gang Rumble

Midnights

Aren't kind

To those who trade blood

To make a living, to survive

Switchblades

Flipping wide

Spilling wet scarlet

Onto rough, uncaring concrete

Unheard

Half-formed pleas

Crying 'No, not me,'

Ignored because they should have known

Dreams

My fears

Collected

In the air, condensed

Congealed, and beat me into pulp

I lay suffocating on the ground as Hope looked on

She gave me a broken smile

Getting into fights

Wasn't her

Style

Fairy Tale

Raven-black, snow-white, bloody red

Princess hair, skin, lips

If she knew

Would  she

Still

Bite?

Saturday

Ann

Broke up

With Markus

Mint-cherry ice cream

Chick flicks, used kleen-ex on the floor