Lace

Halls of Oaf

Dragging down the lives
(Maybe that's grief)
That Try bogging

The sensibility of a bogdweller

Creep.

William my Aunt Resting here.

Stapling my freedom to a laughter
Running for a rockkk.

Now, climbing the lives on each side
of the hall:

Lambert is his own moose.






Oaf Ran Her Pockets

Guilty with tears,
I ran her pain.

Tethered with race
She growled at me.

I called her
List.

Didn't you remember
The Clams that remembered
Lace?






Roses

Dread Roses,
When Your Peace
Gives Death, I
Will Build Moments.





Slip out of your mess.

You, beautiful one,
Where your veil
Lifts its dreams

To My boredom

I weird you with
crayons.