Love descends from the ceiling
a look on his face so tired and weary
be has been disgraced.
The ones that he cared for
had just turned him away, only cared for themselves
at the end of the day.
Love’s stomach filled up
to the very rim, his belt loops were ripping
and his hair became thin.
Then Love was ungrateful,
he turned people away, this was good old Romeo
and Juliet’s pay.
Nobody will be loved
starting this day, because Love turned
to Hatred today.

Though this box looks of Easter grass and painter's tape,
chamber's scent: lilac and hibiscus.
Fresh biscuits no longer.
My disk is stacked
over.
No, my risk is not Trouble
I can't dismiss
my need for it.
                                                             ­                                                         pump.