Go with the flow.
Instigate the wrong blow.
Cassidy never knows that what she reaps is what she will sew
Calamity caught stitching — a bleeding heart— on the floor in the kitchen
Screams and howls.
Blowing off steam.
If only this was some form of dream.
Think not .
Think nothing — don’t go over each scale unless you are retuning for the next —strumming.
Take a hammer to dead cartilage
What’s the point in discriminating?
We all dine in silence secretly trading under the table of Carthage.
Dead mothers — don’t miss them when they disappear.
Lucky girl-she is the true foe.
Deny a credible witness but accept one day of fake snow at Christmas.
If there is a will there is way-understand the burden is useless-all that we inhale.
Heads talk of the grand hubris of being impaled.
Brain dead wrote this amongst a pesticide raid.
Shades of locust. Supposed to be more focused.
Blanks fill this page. The dud is conscripted to engage.
Breath wanton to exhale.