Rock-a-bye poor man bound to the earth,
while the wind growls, his soul shall disperse...
A soiled placard blows
across a nuclear wasteland...
The dreams
Make them flee...
I once had a crow, he was shot in a storm.
A bullet to the beak from an eye of scorn...
Your love
is a...
She was a midnight catastrophe;
her need to spin upon the pond...
It was a blank face,
a symbol of serenity and calm...
An unseen ruse;
newborn's faint wails...
It started as a vivacious blue flicker
dancing on the tip of a match...
What inferno is this
that Dante's eyes transfix within my soul...
I
Retrieve the metal...
Harsh words and violent blows;
Hidden secrets nobody knows...