...

our first moon dance seemed
to last a thousand nights as...

The sun faded behind the seesaw mates,
They watched a moon of cheese begin to rise...

The elephant and seesaw really tried,
Oh why, he said, will you not work for me...

Swirling down the drain,
those dreams go again...

Rosy faces sing
around a Christmas tree...

The nine of heart held his head in his hands
Why was he a nine? He couldn't understand...

My wish
Squirmy plate of...

We gather stones never knowing what they'll mean...

watching his malign
moves upon my child shredded...

Whirring, turning
The blur of cold steel...

Fear, disgust, repulsion, all this and more etched...
Inside my tortured mind the memory of my screams...