....S.....
..P...

My love...steadfast
as a catamaran...

Emmerdale Farm plays
as you sit there...

In the shelter of my mind
through the window of my eyes...

I became impatient
(with myself...

Crouch down low
constantly rocking...

A little flower
sprayed with human pesticides...

A dry flower falls
from pages yellowed with age...

A token of love
and a promise of forever...

Outside my window
a man and his dog stroll by...

I once was a tree
now screwed up, frustrated trash...

...and, the moon was shot
in the head, yet...