If my palms were the pages of my heart,
I would script inklings of prose...
To our beloved daughter
Jessica Nicole...
Parents are dictators
You don't have a say...
And the lover cried out—
I burned my youth...
I don't think it can ever be
properly expressed...
Null means everything.
Zero joints all the angles...
You fluttered, silk and black
Green shimmering across your wings...
In the even scales
of fangs there are no mercy...
Shivering heather
awaken to misty moors...
Hey torero you are so brave
raging the bull...
Music
Underestimates...
You feed me breadcrumbs,
stale and unappetising...