High Cased Letters

I close my eyes when I think I, feel you I, think I smell you, I think I see you. The Goddess Of poetry, so beautifully insane I remember, the poems, in HIGH CASED letters of ANGELS AND GOD! they told us he she dead, but wit' You? I' no' so sure, There' no lie in you' fire I remember the letters, you sent, of famous Lovers and Kings, and of course I wrote back, I no' Jealous we never' met. But under cupids heavy wing do I say love you, like a man loves a woman he never smells, never tastes, touch my words don't cut like daggers on the Strings of reality, they don't speak of chaos in the war that lovers bring, only the void that presides, an acceleration of anxiety and a subjective understanding Of life Is my words while you disambiguate like a drug infused hurt of thousand Illiterate Words like Life, a four letter word that never saw it's heard in letter' from you friend, because you was dead. The poet that wrote uppercase poems of ANGELS AND GOD But it's for the best or I' love you more when I sit in my chair rolling' spliff, and I hear you' Piss threw the other door