Canned Fruit Salad
Cheap bastards.
Only one cherry.
The only thing
worth fighting for.
Now I’m going
to walk away and
gag at all that
sweet sludge.
Ice Sailor
I skate, a sailor
on thin ice.
Oblivious
to love or lies.
To me,
they’re just the same.
I’m unaware
of your cold eyes,
the frost of your hello,
until I am a popsicle
you put into
your freezer.