Don't buy me a rose,
Or a million more...

Of all those about to die
Let my name, Leonidas, be remembered...

Behold the river as day breaks.
Ebbing its way to mountain lakes...

Sadistic mellowing of an already stone heart,
As the black rainbow of realism descends...

The sound of fir cones crunching beneath my feet...
Taking pleasure in the bluebells as they sway with...

Too late to get stuck in a crowded bus of eager...
Awaiting the atmosphere of the intoxication...

Turning over in bed to the sound of the alarm...
And then pressing snooze...

Oh creature most mannered mild,
In my image styled...

The dove does not compare in beauty,
Nor does the swan in grace...

Hitting the crisis of mid life
Noah turned to Noamah his wife...

At the end of the day
What sort of bugs me...

All of a sudden
All at once...