how many cemeteries were flooded
for your little lake of love?
well, when wearing a weird hat
I must get weird.
and since you've read this far,
I will keep polluting this river.
far be it from me to deny
the catfish their deserved demise.
I love alliteration, obviously,
and I love you.
trust me, murcielaga, I struggle.
the rain just won a hundred and forty bucks on a bet.
trust me, stars, I write.
the underwater landscape is different here.
trust me, treble clef, I want.
the edges of the pages are frayed but still readable and this Canadian vodka tastes like salt water.
persistence and determination
are alone omnipotent, mud.