The chirps in sunny solitude

It is this I always wish to see:
The grass and the blooms of the Evergreen

It is this I always wish to hear:
The chirps in sunny solitude,
The absence of an interlude
The volumes that differ from far to near.

It is this I hope I always smell:
Nothing, nothing, void absences
To negate
All senses
And live comfortably without perception
To feel summer turn into fall
And yet not know it
Such, at all.

Sidekick

You make a very good you
And I have patched a me together
hodge-podged with duck tape and glue

You do better without me
And I will claw away your -ness
Until we both suck equally

I swear I still think you have wings
And I should keep the monster of me
From all your very good things

So I have ruined this all
And I deserve this loneliness,
This cold hear that never will thaw.