Clever cirsium, too clever
by far, arms herself in...
No, I don't need these eyeballs
The Good Lord has given me...
Words in
parts are...
As I vision human kindness
along roads of vacationing...
Death
People fear you as if you were a serial killer...
Trump Tweeting,
uncharacteristically...
I write by the light of the moon
where I find the most comfort...
I think I'll just climb inside
my mind for a while...
I type all day, and answer phones.
Just one of many, standard clones...
These shoes upon my feet
Were handcrafted just for me...
Those grey years of angst,
Of treading water in a sea of tears...
I travelled the road of my desire
a path which led me to love-shire...