I wonder
if there was
anything else to write
but bones and ale.
And I hate
to leave you
after breakfast
but I loathe
the very sight
of you now.

The whole world
spinning on a carousel
in the middle
of the univeral circus.

Leave me alone,
I ache so.
Stop my screaming,
if you can.

You kissed me too hard
and I should've
backed away
but I do so love
to soothe a
trouble child.