I need time to stop moving.
I wrote a pop poem.
on a plastic bag.
in three sad silly minutes.
this isn't it, criminal nurse.
new night, new reasons.
the all new bizarre.
we dare chainsaws to dance.
if I die in a collection of your photographs.
I don't believe in tornados.
can I feel so utterly unreal?
someone took the sleep outta my knife.
my leaves are cold.
you are a miracle running on.
damn dirty devils!
I'm stuck in here.
but I am tired of everywhere near.
that's the trouble.
with river cities.
There will be hills to pay.