o. k., we’re gonna try it A different way this time– Do what you say For real; Not just for play - Put my soul under your knife
I knew it the minute I opened the… A sparkly blue helmet, I put it r… Like exclamations from its edges,… Framed a grin brighter than the tr… I opened every gift with exuberanc…
Life, what a beautiful thing we’re given– we’re living, but where do we go when the giving becomes taking the last breaths, shaking.
Arms stretched out before me Sun on my face I am weightless... but only for a… The wind rushes past whistling, whipping
I see them up before me gently twinkling through the trees The forest’s wet with winter and the snow’s up to my knees - I stand here, not cold
I’m 16 years behind you I see your quickening decline —soon to be mine— Through the years I’ve denied this truth, that
Lemon the hands that held the youn… a thorny stock with brittle roots–… grew angry flowers to howl at the… dare thunderstorms with Petaled F… dainty in their Ferocity. Defiant
I was a child when I had you, it’… too young to be a mother or a frie… I don’t know how to communicate wi… You’ll never understand what I we… To an unwed mother’s home, they di…
A River only runs one way from beginning to end is always the same the direction never changes from start to finish into
Bianca, Bianca, Bianca! That wre… steals the hearth from every room… but cold and ash - I will be intolerable. If I am to… I will make sure Bianca does not…
I see the words forming then breaking– remaking sentences that once made sense now nonsense, wispy tendrilled clouds
—The Silver Passenger Train— One long picture window of small heads passing parked cars racing by red warning lights and
We are but wretched little things small-minded in our finer’ies, selfish in our mine’eries Just wretched little things with our eyes shut tight
Tears wept swept the nation Flooding sorrow at the loss, the Queen is gone, all Hail the King, in station - The end; the making of the last.
The people we elect won’t obey the… the people they appoint don’t eith… by design our demise is assigned through another country’s policy, corrosive, corrupting -
