You're the past I craved for.
The present I adore.
The future I want.
I love you.

Eyes stinging,
Ears ringing,
Children clinging.

let rot my mental status                                                           ­       
to fruit the flies
billow the belly through the button                                          
                                                      throat the needle thru the eye
sleeve the lamb back into the mutton
and make a glutton
of our air supply
guff it all out
       flatus