Let me for the voltures food to be
since her eyes aren't glowing for me
...
I'm a viral vicarious virus vicar
Or a kindly kicking kindling kicker
...
Some people say I drink a lot
But I reply "certainly I do not"
...
She was dreaming in her tent...
To be carried by the wind like a leaf...
...
The fountain of youth
I have found
I drank and drank
until I could drink no more
...
Her
sweetest kiss
like tarantula's bite
...
Back to the surface
leaving behind
...