Solidaridad con solitaria Hermana Muerte/Lonesome Sister Death

I am but the rudest beast one ever looked upon
big and loud, always talking, probably poops on lawns
a mirror is no friend of mine and I can no longer drink all the wine
yet I still find at least one thing about me I don't mind
it turns out rather handily that I'm a fan of poetry



the world would be a better place
if it were simply full of snakes
so maintain the ophiphagous
but if you ask me it's outrageous
I'd get tired of the same old meat:
That's how we lost our lizard feet!


spring at dusk
the birds are chirping
heaven's out



some mathematically unproveable skate betty tricks
slick pink hot pants the color of sick
— not every lollipop deserves a lick
learn everything about picking up sticks
to build a canoe for travelling down the cricks
the next solar storm's gonna be a trip



I adore a kind face
yet my own grim visage can't be erased
it leaves me with no grace
— a glacier would seem a warmer embrace
it makes me feel as if displaced
or a snake in too large a place
at least rattling echoes in empty space