Unanswered I grasped, clawed through layers of love and want: I’m desperate – we're disparate. I must a blend assign to bind us both together – let us meld forever in a settling song – not the rawness of your animal – an idée fixe on self, gorging at a breast; you cannot as my angst behave – for you...

Angel of Death In darkness of the night I spied him in a tree Sat I froze by the sight He was looking at me The summer's heat became a chill The angel of death at his kill My heart skipped with the fright Blinked my eyes to bet'r see Glanced back with all my might Parted he my comp'ny My chest was q...

Here I sit all broken hearted
Came to poop and only farted.

My turn to be winning...or is it whining?