moon loving
wild hound
everyone it seems
wants to be
A lone one
I thought
they liked packs
mysterious lupines
i'll stick with lizards.

I reached into
my skull
to fetch
A thousand words
I got a handful
and a headache.

stubborn soul
keeping your smile
as the grinder try's
to take it off
you must
have been forged
out of some tough stuff.

No meaning
except what we choose
so do as you will
let chaos rain
but rain always ends
order will be imposed
at least as much order
as can ever be
a new meaning will come
perhaps something nicer
maybe the sun will explode
I never know.

I have
A toxic little bottle
I wish to serve you
possibly with tea
to mask the taste
it will **** you
but so slowly
the difference
is nigh unnoticeable
if you don't
I won't just
slip it into your drink
when you aren't looking.

Old figment
Which haunts me
Please stop
It's not healthy
To obsess over one
Who isn't in existence
The dream is based
On reality but
It gets weird as
Dreams so often do
I would like
To fall
for someone
Real
for a change.

all together now
we march along
shield to shield
safe from harm
but soon
we will split
become a bunch
of ones alone
simply
targets.