Of course, ferris wheels are
your sick idea of a
cheap thrill.
You know I am
...
Master artist, I must whisper aloud-
This canvas will need a miracle to;
Flourish in a french museum; so dear sir,
Please paint my dead beauty upon me again.
...
He woke angrily-
in his usual Henry VIII
sort of way
Chills breathe against
...
Oh insomnia, what am I going
to do with you?
It takes a stampede of horse pills
to quiet these church bells in
...
Take me to fields of green-
Where wishes hide,
I want to marry you,
Amongst the clovers-
...
Could you breathe for me for a while?
I lie extinguished with the sun
drowning in sheets of puddled rain
as candle fires burn me oxygen free
...
The Earth is beginning to rock,
ready to change places,
with the Equator.
My autumn is now,
...
The old cobblestone french streets,
are filled with drunks in a never ending party.
Laughter rings out, and we wait,
for our horse and buggy ride.
...
Thinking he was as interesting as Mars,
British and ruddy, and false as a crater,
naive to believe two moons orbited for him
He was heard howling at,
...
I tried every trick in the book
To get your obscene mark
To leave my heart-
It's beat, sluggish from
...