A submarine.
A looking glass.
Disgusted dust.
Ah, hell, a bed with
wrinkled, homeless,
naked streets.
Music boxes.
A uterus for
giving birth to
all the parts of
life I hate.
A horse to pet
that frightens me.

Rainbows made
of wires crossed.
A sacred land
of burping art
when inspiration
grabs the reins.
Anger stranded.
Liberty's elephant
taking a dump.

wet spots on
two lovers' sheets.
The noose of
utter observation.
Determination's
Dolphin dipping.
Feeling's often
wicked angel
chasing scents
of veiled ghosts.