I'm aware
that I'm writing the word "aware"
with the letters A-W-A-R-E
awareness

I don't have a pit in my stomach
my stomach is a pit

Immortal spring trickle dry
flower blooming petals fall brown
a spry dog hops his last skip
or good leather falls apart
fresh pen run out
a pea wrinkles up
the hare finishes last
the loaf goes stale
solitary confinement wastes away
let the last breath pass
Will there be a soul to cry?

Bookend
Last stop delight
Rock solid hold knowledge
Hold reality and sanguine
Start Souls

Late Night
Shared with you fright
Delight in terror lies
Ghost goul haunt the shadow lost time
Stay Close

Alarm
We make the time
Allowing it to rule
We bend to its inanimate
Constraint

Teddy Bear
Childhood capsule
Chewed fur lost glass round eye
dragged along on muddy mine fields
Best Friend