I have strived mountainously
to describe...

I am song unsung
I am child unmothered...

Dear Alice,
For each anniversary...

And in the morning,
my hands I shook...

I sat on the February night crescent
fishing for love atop the moon...

The sun stopped shining
the day we met...

I awake every dream
wearing your smile...

Apple saddened cried
Red, Red beauty now holed...

Heroin powdered cheeks
tar smeared mascara...

You sink your face
in the seas of death...

I saw her across the world
crossing legs atop a chandelier...

My dreams of you
feather floated...