On a night like this
with murmer of prayer,
the nightbird stoked in me a tremor
so slight in degree i didn't dare
open an eye to the dream
unfolding before me under
blackness ever so unkind.

Mr. Maggot, an old foe of you
faking a smile crawled right up:
"Oh how wonderful I would be
as a drink in someone's cup!"
Longitudinally slice the thing
baring its filthy insides
squeeze out its juices within
separating it from life.
Behold the wire cutter!
that she won't hesitate to use
anything towards ******
she needs no excuse!

Let's deliberately
throw away that last crumb
just to watch those marching ants
until we realize that
one could spare another crumb
just to watch those marching ants
probably shrieking with
the stench of bad smelling ear,
the unknown Ant runs
in madness far and near!

That one thought un-lingering,
but popping in its nature
churning my insides out,
Leaving behind a suture.

Mint in water with a hint of lemon
and apple pieces floating above,
Shining glasses to accommodate
This quenching fluid of joy and love!

Disinfect these
of the myriad seas
of ungentle bees
that fail to cease!
(Instead,)
etch their memories
with friendly geese
that surround trees
and dance to please.

In blackness deep
and howling quiet
softly creeps
this hour, still.
Hazy dreams and
pots of gold;
freedom and calamity.
false alarms of
death at door
cut my days
in half already!