(Finally)
Something I can grow
Without effort
Or understanding
Pots lined up
Laughter
Basil bows
At my brilliance
I dilly-dally
Along the paths
Watercan in hand
(quiet laugh)

I got all the thyme in the world

The blend
Is the aspect
To the trend
A challenge

Ideally
A gradual transition
Slow and calculated
Pleasure in the process

Silky strands
Dance in my hands
As I find
Intense tiers

Love Interruption

Roll me over slowly
Stick a knife inside me
And twist it all around

Assist my splintered trust
Tuck me into bed
Leave me safe and sound

Grab my fingers gently
Slam them in a doorway
Put my face into the ground

Release me instantly
Listen to my comments
Recognise my frown

Stop the Carriage
Fortunes forecast
Lucky charms

Poppycock bandits
Hiss
My name

In history
We slowly drove
Past the Setting Sun

And suspicious snake
Peeking sire
In a travelling house

The Dews drew eyes closed
Mists of tulle
Come forth spirit

With gossamer glow babies
Fields of fireflies
Crowning the Ground

A noble brow
Majestic century
Visible loveable

Concentrate cornice
Waits for eternity
Striking hands

A face appears
Swelling the roof
Cuddly crystal

Down
Down
Down

Odds
Stacked up
Beaming
Barely shut

A glitchy
Whimper
Rides into
The air

I shut
Eyes,
Limbs,
Hair follicles

Tightly wound
A tangle-orb
Of wires
Brushes toes

The monotony
Of the performance
Upsets an
Otherwise obselete overmorrow

Mislaying
The perkiness
That was
My signature

Dread flicks
My forehead
Fracturing
My profile

A cuboid
Holds the answer
In our core
Unsuccessful