It’s funny how things come to be
(I dreamt daily of her swollen *******)
Yet drones lay heavy-hearted
pigeon-*****
on bills left to collect.  
Sure oil slicks slip down
through gates clogged with trash;
(her nervous laughs rang in my head)
Yet with end is where it lasts.
Tomorrow maybe I’ll drop by
and scrape the surface clean,
it seems better when you don’t see
(Yet I still meet her in my dreams).