Now they want to make a film
For anyone lacking the ability
To imagine the body, head in oven,
Orphaning children

[...] they think
I should give them my mother's words
To fill the mouth of their monster,
Their Sylvia Suicide Doll

A woman of many fine

Words, made two sandwiches

One for Nicholas, one for Freida


On this day

A woman of many fine

Fiascos, made her last

With the drop of a plate

The turn of a ****


The oven concluded

the world had been robbed

Cough it up.
Cover it up.
I don't want it
But you do.
Wrap it up.
I'll take you through.
Easy!
Wrap yourself up.
I'll take you
And a box of cover. Propdog
You look so ****
Like old time movie star
Patrick Medina
The view of the ocean
And the sun as dusk
In heaven
Reminds me of
Both of you.