I don't like the Men I've met much,
In the way they dislike/hate us.
Why?
Too much Competion
Competition
Composition
Dogs and Cats
Are a lot
Healthier.
I never realised I was so
Naive
Until I stopped and counted my life in so many
Unfinished pictures
Like canvases that I 'd incompletely
Daubed, the perspectives so wrong
They almost looked right.
And I wished so hard I could be
Better and best
At this life in paints that could have been more
And could have been less.
Did you ever hear about ******* Lil?
She lived in ******* town on ******* hill,
She had a ******* dog and a ******* cat,
They fought all night with a ******* rat.

She had ******* hair on her ******* head.
She had a ******* dress that was poppy red:
She wore a snowbird hat and sleigh-riding clothes,
On her coat she wore a crimson, ******* rose.

Big gold chariots on the Milky Way,
Snakes and elephants silver and gray.
Oh the ******* blues they make me sad,
Oh the ******* blues make me feel bad.

Lil went to a snow party one cold night,
And the way she sniffed was sure a fright.
There was Hophead Mag with ***** Slim,
Kankakee Liz and Yen Shee Jim.

There was Morphine Sue and the Poppy Face Kid,
Climbed up snow ladders and down they skid;
There was the Stepladder Kit, a good six feet,
And the Sleigh-riding Sister who were hard to beat.

Along in the morning about half past three
They were all lit up like a Christmas tree;
Lil got home and started for bed,
Took another sniff and it knocked her dead.

They laid her out in her ******* clothes:
She wore a snowbird hat with a crimson rose;
On her headstone you’ll find this refrain:
She died as she lived, sniffing *******
Life spirals and twists.
Like a vortex of water
Escaping it's inevitable
Demise.
To watch as nature
Twists this liquid force
In both and opposite directions
Is a puzzle and a conundrum
In one.
Do these lives of ours
Drain inexplicably and carry
The future strands as mysterious
As is the past to us now.
BEFORE

Long ago and misunderstood
I fell for a dream
That wouldn't let go.
Then I loosened my grasp
And jolted to earth,
But an earth
Made muddy
And soft with our tears.

— The End —