185

Grand is the tower

That stands above all mankind

Entwined by nature

184

Grandiose gestures

Made whimsically for love

But is it too much

183

A ripened blood moon

Tasty after a story

Of ghosts, ghouls, and death

182

Eyes freshly open

To a world of restrictions

Only imagined

181

Swim along the dew

Ride atop the gentle breeze

Or sit and witness

180

Fill another glass

The bartender says something

Down another glass

179

Too often I find

I dearly miss the people

That I never had

178

It’s on the counter

In the toilet and my clothes

Bleach is in the air

177

Today, my heart tried

To do a small somersault

But I choked on it

176

Gripped in steel and ice

A resigned heart beats slowly

For the time being