Worse Than Evil

You pretty poppy
In absence of evidence
Sentient and culpable

Gouged mine eyes
Conquered my brain
Euphoric rush

My soul, my skin
Rotted from without
Look at me

Look at me now!
From the depths of my downfall, I say
You pretty poppy

Accessed Abundance

And so the bus took me
Careened into my path and made me say goodbye long before I’d feel able

The undercurrent drew my name
Encircled my entrenched legs, thinking, “Why wait another night?”

Here I live now

No where to sit except pretty
No place to swim but the deep

None ticket nor tide table in hand
These things are not needed