hey there honeycomb darling how's
things on the sweeter side?
o the loves I would shout from rooftops!
there's a poisonous cackle
emitted through the head
a broken stone
an easing yellow balloon
a dissolving elephant
in my room
hey there candy where's your stick?
where's your advertisement?
where's your trick?
O THE SMILES I WOULD SING
TO THE QUIET
AND THE DEAD
a triumph in my bones
a dream machine
fire violet
supernatural glow
I no longer feel those phantom pains
scratching at my eyes
and lips.
You're the bulb behind the pattern repetition
(CREATING ALL THESE BEAUTIFUL LIGHTS)
flickering
flickering
a music box remedy
for a soul saturated with satires.
November sunset
barren trees passed along
to the next year
and while so much is different
too much is the same.
(????)
I shall take a wonderful suitcase full of
philosophy and throw it to the
rain
and watch the dogs
try to eat it open.