Toast for Bedtime

I am an intruder
I am to blame
I am the burnt toast you take to bed
You try to chew my shame,
But your lips can't contain
So, my seed you spread
This is our symbiotic shame, we are one at its suggestion,
Our march is the same as sun's daily progression
It nourishes the soil we daily pass
And by night we toil in its diffusing gas
When we serve each other with coffee,
You needn't ask
For I am an intruder
I am to blame

Sunset, Better Than Fresh

They're blueberries and peaches
Smashed and smeared across the sky
Life can be waiting in effect
While causes are saddled
Bored, you defect 'round the bend
Licking a piece of the horizon
Darting to the land's other end
Firing a harpoon
Then bitterly clasping your hands
They hold only rope burn,
Now you understand
The location of my sweet tooth