Sleep
Sweet sleep
Cleaning up
What springs up
When there's nothing left to keep
Dreams
Sweet dreams
Held within a lovely hole
On the other side of a stream
Hold your own hand
Delivery the same day
Buried in the sand
It's grand
Dropped below the equator
Salted
Bloated
Bland
I tried
I can't
Latex protects
Beautiful, stalwart, silent sterility
Is there form in function?
Can you throw away your savior?
Depends on who you ask
Purple and blue
Handless hands clasp among the plastic debris
Ten tombstones patiently wait
A single station in the ugly static sings
There's a choir of fingers in heaven