Ink dribbles so slowly,
spilling its life onto cellulose blend 74...

Seven days they say, it took
to create every cranny, every cove, every nook...

May I beseech thee, to sing fair a song
Under the berch tree, just there, yes, anon...

Wailing brokered the silence, paid
moaning fed human lusts, laid...

Words mark their time, on this fair soil
a latticework of assault rendered in their fading...

Pity my friends, oh come, pity me!
I threw my last throws, just there, on the lee...

Flippy fed on Tuesday
Flippy fed midweek...

'Didst thou see, timorous wretch, cowering anon
nursing yesterday's alms, seeping, lamenting, a...

You aliquoted your affection
Disdained to speak of why...

Listless hearts
Endless roads...

I.
My father is an enigma...

Feeling returned with an aching, endless...
She slowly looked down at her breasts...