hey every one
I've decided to **** my compactor
my professional lock
just a post
without digging a ditch
or
securing a post

hover like that in pink sky
the creature that lives off
blue sky

my heart aims
misses
my lungs
breathe
misses

and i'm supposed to call you
what again
oh yes
out of respect

Anger, no.:  just like me
Passion.: yet distant and false
Death discussions

long live all


it misses
struggles to me then and to everyone