what it looks like

there was a hurtful
out in my yard
fogging up my window
and whispering hard
its eyes hot red
and its body all black
once out of my head
it all came back
he slid on the ground
and seeped through the walls
and scampered around
in the moonlit halls.

letter home

i would not trade this
my sad.
for a world of happy good
or glad.
the hurt means heart
holds it
together. not apart
folds it,
you and me
us together
let it be
us together
my sweet sweet

you x7

getting the sitting
wont do for the gritting.
forgetting?
I'll remind you;
the grind you
find inside, you
put your whole mind to,
and hind.sight won't
blind you or try to
cry your eyes it.
can, but.. you wont you
cry for yourself..
dont
let it do it
for you.

tornado

dirty muddy rolling
hills
full and dripping stinky
stills
grayish cloudy purple
skies
widely opened big brown
eyes
two or three or four anxious
pair
upwardly stupidly in
despair
nasty swirling dirty
twisters
scooping sweeping the brown eyed
sisters

an undoubtably curdling bumpy ride
whirring screaming (whip)
'rawhide'