The sunflower hangs
its head, grown heavy with seeds...

Magic is nothing more
than, merely, a soul...

I used to kiss
the buds alive...

She shared a womb with the monster;
this is something everyone has forgotten...

Limbs folded back in
fiendish prayer, she twists...

My grandma wears army boots
and tromps in them for miles...

The seventh son of a seventh son
is destined for oddity. He'll be born surely...

With the subtlest flick,
I've turned you on...

I'm about as French
as a year without...

She leans,
probably too far...

The lions of Assyria were
shrunken things - short...

Home to hillbillies,
hipsters, and honest...