Jealousy deeper than green-eyes.

Indigo smoke in the nostrils.

A long black tongue.



A stone through the screen.

The reason I don’t have a gun.



So much I still crave,

so little I need.


And I am too proud,

or too ashamed

to speak, or pray.


I eat too much chocolate cake.

I want sunshine every day.

Difficult people, go away.



dear God!

As if I had a world of time.



last on my list. And me

too ancient to resist.

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