epigram (braschley)

rock your head Mrs sinister
i the gospels minister
did crush my head between two rocks
love can twist within
 baptising every thought
that Ritalin does frisk it through
and im distraught
and shit thus is the finisher
he died when he lived
he died
but she did not

you the spider crystalline
kissing her
is like some dark frost
as birds go whistling
through forests forever
lost
some go missing
some remain as nought

so at my door
her not smiling at my door
darkness won
the heavy war was fought
i looked into bliss as loneliness
she did not