My mind, my body, my soul,
is induced with a...

How sound affects me
waking before my alarm...

The birds singing their
chorus at dawn...

“‘ere your current bun”
What! my son...

If an accident occurs
who takes the blame...

War!
War...

My palate was laced with a pervasive spite,
My mind, induced by a sultry bile...

Lying on my bed of dread
alone...

Count Antony
I leave you in charge...

Nurtured and grown, from a maternal earth
An English rose had sprung, in full array...

To all invitees and any other party entries
your cranky, calamities of collaborations...

We each have a story to tell,
whether mighty or somewhat frail...