I love you my baby
Of course there's no maybe...

Your bubby is so tichi,
As small as small can be...

Ink splattered paper,
Filled with written words...

S unshine features, liquefies hearts,
M agical eyes, mischievous intoxication...

As I lay me down to sleep
I pray god rids this world of creeps...

I have a fear of onomatopoeia,
Whereas adjectives are my objective...

Reclusive, Elusive, abusive,
Words you hum to me...

As Mam slumbers, deep as the ocean,
Rage's quest goes underway...

Love, lost,
Life, forgotten...

As I lull thee to sleep
With my poisonous song...

Melodic laughter relieves a blackened soul,
Unpretentious fingers fascinate clichèd...

Exquisite consolation marred,
With conspicuous apprehension...