Tears in my cookie dough
makes salt rivers flow...

As missiles fly, across the sky
I hear her sobbing, broken cry...

Theres a penquin in my sandwich box
he's wearing bright green socks...

There is no warmth nor light nor sound
as I lay here, trussed up and bound...

A Sonnet is quite tough for me to grasp
Though rhyme emits from me with silky ease...

Gentle dove with crystal breath
with plumes that touch my heart...

Valentine day is almost here
I sit here sinking in my fear...

The moon is high, on velvet skies,
As I stand here, in wolf like guise...

This rock crushes my dying breast
weighs heavier than you could know...