Jumping on Jupiter will
Always be difficult...

I hear his poor heart break as blackbird sings,
As I read ev'ry line of crimson ink...

Driving up to another crossroads.
Always choices to be made, left ones...

Upon my arm I wear my heart
Its tears run red, my grief runs fast...

Hairy wolves and witches gurn
Along the streets tonight, so...

Stroking her fur
evokes now that purr...

Mist spits its’ curse, tar-black thick
over the soot covered-shoots...

in your welling eyes
a torrent of agony...

Growing
older...

wibble wobble-ling
through life is fun when you ride...

Tears pitter patter
onto my waiting keyboard...

autumnal leaves makes
finding my doggy's whoopsies...