Heavenly bodies move in undulation
Gravity is their sacred salvation...

Clandestine sacrifice for lent
rarely used for what it was meant...

Some think you are supercilious
Yet those who are more punctilious...

"In the foggy ruins of time"
I am more comfortable with rhyme...

There is no dog
it's plain to see...

I begin to eat upon arising
Everything seems so appetizing...

Shotguns and shotgun shells
go together in our mind...

I have chiseled and molded
words like sculpted clay...

A million little pieces
are a lot of small things...

When
cutting...

I have never seen a homeless
person under a steeple...

God of the gaps
must needs perhaps...