Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

Bad poetry time (really its bad)

Lovers in the Jungle

Two souls wandered around through that loveless vagrant town, amongst the gaps bags and cell phones>
They seemed to bring life to the place, and all who looked on even in disgust, knew that thought
through veiled jealousy. But then, one of them held one of those paradox devices, and the illusion fell rather tattered rather uncool. My soul leaped back in fright and held itself in so as not to be further disturbed.

But with or without my souls approval my mind followed them longer, and traced their cosmetic cover, joined them together
just so, with some sort of love welding device and told my soul, to take another look, and it was very beautiful.

Their strands of long locked hair were no simple look, no Halloween costume. She placed her hand on his back with little resistance, and all the comfort in the world. He followed her from store to store holding her bags and knowing no greater pleasure except maybe had she been just a touch closer. My park bench shook under the weight, the energy uncontainable.