Round, dented, like a bruise
A rugged exterior...

I’m a white cotton ball in a bright blue...
I can see everything below and more...

A friend
A companion...

I sit down to think of a happy poem
A poem of joy and delight...

A cold, grey, lonely house
Upon a desolate hill top...

A dance, gentle, slow, low and quiet, into the...
Sleeping nights with rains of cold liquid drip...

I feel the sun on my leaves
The sun is warm...

A tree is an old man
He is wise with age...

Amounts of acidulous acid
Bushels of burbling barm...

All this crap in my life
Can't take the pain that comes...

There is a calm
A sensation of a blue green lullaby...

All is of no worth
All is gone...