Forfeit

Sometime ago, there was sound.
Sure, it liked us
and it wanted to eat.

Now,
It died.

Microsoft Sam

Sometimes,
I think about
What happened
Yesterday
And
Figured
It was all
A
Vain
Idea.

The Lamp

The grey matter was all over.
He thought to himself what he thought of her.

It led to a door and a black line on the floor.
But he knew what was there and what wasn't.

Sometimes he can lift a chain
and see a tall tree look upon
what it means to be a sideline.

Let be.

Coastline

Shimmering here.
Nice to know.
Let it wet, let it moisten.
Some hate that you know.