HALT

Sometimes when I'm caught in public places Between the canine pickets and oddball whistling Of peculiar old men In worn down slacks, who so often Remember the gentle gravity's inside their heads I forget the small things, the loosely intertwined strand of melancholy rainbows. whose Quiet aching hides beneath a veil of wonderful hues, streetlights, Soft-Hearted children Crying out Oh how i dream fantasies of your aberrant behaviors so desperately hoping that you too Will become entwined in introspective musings of dead rabbits and lollipops I forget the small things, the loosely intertwined strand of melancholy rainbows. whose Quiet aching hides beneath a veil of wonderful hues. streetlights Soft-Hearted children Crying out A wandering glance catches my eye, halts the streets and the winds cease to abuse my Tangled hair I can feel the concrete beneath my shoes. i am so intently detached and we wanna Know each other as lovers do. all alone