The bus never stops
Unceasing redness shoots past...

---apologies to other poets, who found this title...
I dream of her...

--I was rather amused to find 'patrotic poems...
Oh, say can you see...

Abuse the form, the multitude of poets cried
(I call them poets though you may disagree...

Summer sun now sets.
Washes the sky in piercing colour...

I...

Dying
Fading away...

I am a WMD
won't you come and play with me...