pursed lips and anxious tips
persisting in the wings
take heed to proceed
before this jarring animal sings
when i look in your eyes
i see comets merely grazing the earth
lonely bodies awaiting their demise
longing for the release of this curse
death to verbs and death to sand
death to me and to the fake flowers i received in your name
i hope i live long enough to understand you
before all that love goes to your shrinking mane.