Souls that want are weak.
God's love and lost family?
My soul wants nothing.

For a cat's birthday,
He claims a wealth of tuna,
And eats to our song.

Joy is a mass of
Puppy toes, tongues, noses, teeth
Bounding upon me.

Rosalie, reposed
Cozily, grunts nosily,
Her heart close to me.

Hungry eyes absorb
Calamity from windows
Leaking and tired.

Like a mouse, I curl
Into a haven with a
Bellyful of cheese.

Dragons can't control
The temperature of their breath.
All I spit is fire.

For a breath, I slept
On an old cot, dimly lit,
In a room long lost.

Your mother could say
She taught a stone how to talk -
Y'old thick head self.

All time is a song.
One life is an instrument,
The world is a band.

Carry me from life,
To the loblolly pines, to
Become a spirit.

Like the sun itself,
Your eyes beam tirelessly
Sans intelligence.

Marking innocence
To denounce the light, embrace
Adam's limp finger.

A lifetime of peace
Spent to polish an ego
And fill a foyer.

Drink every last drop
That life on Earth offers you
Until it's used up.

One last breath of air,
Clinging on to fading hopes
As the rug is pulled.

The work is all done.
Now the real work can begin.
Then, we'll get to work.

Survival mode is
Broken eggs on everything,
With muscle fatigue.

A cat laps its drink,
Its tail is a bright fire,
Its heart, a tiger.

I worked hard to light
my candle, and I'll be damned
if I light yours too.

My Venomoth
Can beat your Pokémon up.
I will catch them all.

The large dog tires
After an hour of walks
And smelling weird things.

An implosion joins
The high and low as neighbors
Cheer for auld lang syne.

We cross a threshold
With paralyzed, anxious breath
As our hearts hold hands.