This is a poem,
My dear friend,
Penned in the darkest of inks,
In the brightest of lens,
Contemplating, serenading,
All at once,
Chased by desire,
Fraught by might,

This is a poem,
My lonely owls,
One for the women,
One for the cows,
For what so ever you wish,
Is dis-tasteful the least,
A broken *** of luster
A shaded *** of metal,

Tie me up,
To the grafted tree,
Hang me up,
The crime is done,
Now let me rest,
Now let me seep into the best of you,
Inside the worst of me,
Hoping,
Waiting,
Never-mind,
I'm always jaded