There’s a nightmare
In my nightmare
It says that I am free

Ladies will get wild
Remembering
Creating
Wind
It’s beautiful how they roll around

Pieces sticking
And slipping
Between my fingers

We can’t afford ornaments
We need a wider highway
We need a bridge to nowhere
A larger set of crayons
A more satisfying eating room
A clean place to wait
For the doctor
Christmas lights
And free coffee

Sometimes the mistakes are
Gifts.

Experts
Perhaps the world is better
Without you.

Diarrhea
Resting
Side effects
Five dollar large pizzas
Better pants

Love again
It never ends
Longer than weakness
Never
That’s more than trillions
Enough