The lake is choppy

Wind blows the waves into froth

I take the trash out.


I swear by love, death

Is there a third thing maybe?

If so I forget.


Ignore me please folks

I am uneasy with crowds

Fuck me if you must.


Walking with Mama

Shuffling slow arm and arm

Not like the old days.


Snakes coil among rocks

Scaled in black and yellow stripes

My spirit creatures.


Cat sleeps bored on bed

No mice to chase in winter

Summertime comes late

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