Light bursts
The gibbous moon is in fashion
I\'m casting aspersions, around empty liquor bottles
I\'ve presented my middle finger to Hell
Life is throwing mountains at me
I can only presume it\'s a sort of augury
Time and time again
I\'ve been acquainted with disasters
At the zenith, in my sanctum
At 4 a.m., I\'m awake
Everything is going to plan
I feel alive, pitying Anne Frank
I\'m disporting in my tomb
Deciphering codes, back at my davenport
I\'m happy and sad, working on my syntax
A mannequin writing a diatribe
It\'s like a poison arrow shot through the heart
A four letter word rests on the tip of my fountain pen
In the hot space of ten minutes
I\'ve drank the darkness, I\'m a tortured soul
Trying my hardest not to be bellicose
I have to work on my issues
I\'ve ran to the end of the constellation Virgo
It\'s been an ordeal to say the least
Oyez oyez oyez!
I\'ve erased a Greek solecism
On cloud nine
I\'ve put my pen down
Into the row of other implements
In a typical shipshape position
I could vomit, lace the grommet
I\'m as creative as the Drum Major
Dazzled by the pur and the peach
Poetry drips from my lips
The embroidery clings
Clustered
The naked man\'s orchid
I\'m getting everything mixed up.