When dreams holler
and they get colder,
lost warmth to saliva
teasing hormone ears.

Eggs break
and always crack
a rusty old rake
reminds me of father.

I feel I've lost myself
like underneath
that sitting sofa,
buried in grime.

Can I still emphasize
anger truly in respect
a reminiscence
soda pops clicks
I'm or he is dying...

There's some old sayings,
but none wish nod complicity
what's a sweet to bleed
non in an orderly fashion.

Wheat now death defines
a sharpening grid refines,
no truth ever rewinds
if  militia carries blind-folds,
shot is silver upon the gold.....

No one can give a reason
this stupid shame of piece,
restless is right of  price,
hope more
if blessed
a mystery
a blunted saw
cooking raw,
potted drains
as it rains
dull less of rice,
torments the mice.

Echoes a once and a sister,
lest of the silver paper clips,
up-held comes the well,
shiny stormy of bells.,
tummy rub feeling not well,
sweet well poison be expired
gravitates her pink flashy tones,
narrowing of such golden cones.