Floundering arms
Tickle the sky...

The sky is tattooed across her brow,
Her eyes are intrinsic splashes of...

A man
He is coffee...

Cold black eyes
you stare with them...

Tender,
Trickling honey...

The end is nigh,
the task is done...

Fall down,
Oh gentle angel...

Elegant gloves
Of crimson red...

Crinkle cut and hashbrowns
Saw your dad in the supermarket...

Orbs of misery fall, Pitter-patter,
Caplets of gloom, intractable and obstinate...

Oh cruel time
You string the heart...

Daydreams
in flashes of education...