My little mate
the blackbird...
It was less savory.
The tibia breaks and you...
Tonight, come for moon watch.
I will show you the night birds...
Do the shadows
talk solemnly, when...
Noway, I will ask
the poem, to become stressed out...
I have never been the same,
after watching, the abandoned...
On the rim of a beer glass,
stand, white crystals of salt...
Rat finds snow veiled corn
never saw or heard death’s owl...
When the dialogue stops
there will be a royal bleed...
Unpunctuating,
fear will slice the time...
Vigorous, lively and enthusiastic
Teetering up high; portraying a rhythmic...
Write me a poem,
under the flickering candle...