Suckle on
Coal coughing sugar tits
Silence the inside words
Hear to the scissory chirps
Of the nighttime sparrows
A good dog will always
Ruin a good tennis match
Stump emerges from the earth
Like a baby dinasaur from it’s egg
The hornets mourn
At my cars grill
Smoke fills the air
Softens the harsh light
Morning is my favorite
Time of sleep
Dream walking spoons
Light through the basement window
Before the breath moves
To the background
And eyes start talking smack
Schwervon! 