My life has no bash.

It's turning murky.

Now others leer at.

What else can I do?

 

My life's forgot ditties.

I dream cadaverous skunks.

I vision concave skeletons.

How are my days?

 

All flowers, whiffs have gone.

Cankers, thorns are mine.

I'm ravenous to disinter love.

Why are you taciturn?

 

I want to hurtle fiends;

I want to respire in let-up;

I'll flog nothingness.

I yearn for love and you.