Please be pleased
By the summer breeze
When I died I was taken
From winter to your heaven
Please be pleased
By my death
It is the birth of a new love.

-- Eleanor

As my heart pours liquor on my soul,
My head drops a verse
For that whom is in question --
There could be no substitution.

-- Eleanor

It is only at the mercy of God
That I still live rightly
That very same God
To whom I did wrongly.
Should I have died
Before the sun rose
That evening in the war
Where widowed in blood shed pose.

For whom must I live justly
If for those I killed rather softly
At the expense of the fair
I live poor, pale and frail.


-- Eleanor

You grab the thread
And start walking away
And I, still pinned to a twig
Unravel, unravel
And become but a trail
Behind your sail.


-- Eleanor

Glum gobbledygook gush
Somber Sonata hush
Hurricanes in horrid heat
Deadly dot-dwelling defeat
At your ugly feet.


-- Eleanor

German chocolate
And Belgian Waffles.

Maybe French crepes, too.
They all smell like you.


-- Eleanor

Pear on the coffee table
Apple on the counter
A loaf of bread
On the unmade bed.
My heart in your fridge,
Half broken, half dead.


-- Eleanor