Paper bag of pearls.

A grab bag of pleasure that so often wastes my time.

Trying to find the diamond.

The one that shines like you.

Someone’s always beating me. Someone’s always quicker.

Someone’s always sipping from your sunflower petals

with total disregard.

I’m trying to swallow this diametric contradiction.

That I will never taste the elegance that lies between your teeth.

Never be accompanied by a stranger attracted by my pen

and my strategically placed cup of coffee.

I’m trying too hard to impress more than just myself

…with these words…

with these stupid, little words that I’m stuck in the middle of…