it's as if my dandelions
had flown with the geese
what time of year was this
to burden me
to check
my
defense

that one last teardrop could call you back
that it could find
an
voice

of
it's
own

here
i
am


in your face





















rotting
let me rot
your face
let
me
rot
your face


let me do it now
let me burn your brains
let me rip out your heart
come on boy



let me out
of
your face

before we combine
and burn your heart out

let me the freak out
of
your face

but
but
but

its its its
as
if
my
dandelions
?









...
..
.