I never did cry after that saccharine lullaby
not a once...

F'uck you Miss America
F'uck your f'ucking guns...

The dawn broke gently, on a face so fair
Yet trouble was conceived, as you played wanton...

Listless hearts
Endless roads...

Goddamn these Silent Lives
For the rest is Naught, but Dust...

Dripping lime arisen
smashed on her head...

Sweat, on canvas
silk, on screen...

Coffee packaged droplets
moistened lozenge...

When it rains, there is smoke. It clutters the...
Fresh plumes issue forth with every incipient...

Dry lips
on the notepad...

Whilst the sun set, it dawned on her
As we lay, two humans, side by side...

Foetal movements, clamber within
Gently prying a novel, smooth surface...