Writing your own elegy in a
blocked artery...
Imperfect mating.
I am lurching forward...
Your comatose
countenance...
A butterfly landed
on a flower to drink its...
All the grass is green
And the small insects are mean...
Sparkling in the sky
The stars look so pretty...
A wax house you were
gifted to live in sun...
After land slips it was
most surreal scene. Cadaveric...
To shut the methane,
you sent...
Coming from the dark-
to deceptive bloodletting...
I am trying to do my bit,
nonpareil. A soundproof doer...
An amniotic fluid initiates
the moon to the thunderstorm...