I don't believe in Wyoming
a moth
Resting on a wet juniper leaf
While a hurricane ravages the tree
I was never exact,
but occasionally hit the bull's snout
Which strangely enraged him
More than his
I
never take back
what I can't give again
Eating Lunchables while
bearing my unmentionables
Provocative,
a carrot wooing an ass
Waste ringing sirens below the waist of singing sirens
A land of make believe
This earth is flat
Water runs off the edges
Fall forever
I wake up sweaty
Where can we go from here