murder poems always keep the spiders
away

rats devour
ants
and butterflies

there you go
you got yourself a date

the moth is awake

she has
never been late

caterpillar children always
score

let’s fly around the
bend

sneak upon
the grateful
dead

overdose on
the withered
moon

taste
the jangled
bread

and then rest
for a while

in the shade

yes

in the shade