I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.

That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:

I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.

I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.

Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.

You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,

I came back from a mortal hell, But on my way home, I saw no white god, And I saw no golden spirit, And I saw no true son.

He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.

If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?

A seagull carried me away one day And took me to a secret island hid… I laughed at the waves and splashe… I even wrote notes to go with a so… The seagull was leaving and waved…

Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that

I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that

You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.

I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.