These eyes wave goodbye
to a violet sunset...

Majestic heart of a giants rage
black icy stares, drenched in volcanic tears...

My husband, Mr. Pike
is going on a hunger strike...

I was weaned off of milk weed,
danced upon a summer conversation...

Burning coals,
hurting my sanity...

Ageing patterns scream
obscenities within ebony rings...

A loner's eye can see the
ant hill...

Upon a silent goodbye,
your apology meant...

Drifting thoughts
of velvety leaves...

Obscurity pulls
a gutted memory down...

I've written you several letters
within the past forty two years...

Bizarre antics
twist and coil...