Call of the night when you've finished
your wine. With the remaining song,
You can kiss me with the message

I've been saving inside
to create insomnia-a silent monster
looking down, perturbed with pity
and laughing at my miserable body.

My eyes narrow down to
Hell, you bring me up to
Heaven, you bring me down to
expect

what i cannot

expect:
you to kiss my
words with ways
people don't

expect. Love to me:
wildflower-madhouse.
I've not lost my mind
Yet, I shall,
I shall
lose it like pennies
without counting...

that meant big, dead beans
during the Depression
and the holes stayed
in sacred pockets.
You never went away.

MARINA GIPPS

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hell-with-three-dog-heads/