~

~

I Know

Bullets think blood runs red

flesh-folds

Bones scatter &

Water

In

~

the

~

Sea

~

goes way

~

Deep,

~

But Bullets only ever see your insides...

~

: Maeve Sawyer Scott Ripley :

(Im getting tired of doing these)

~

Leather candids,

Lustful "can-do"s

Lilacs and blues

Somber, shallow hues

~

: Maeve Sawyer Scott Ripley :

(did you miss me?)

~

Brown Paper Bag Man

Carries

a shotgun

But only in

His Left Hand

His right fist Jitters and

only has two fingers.

~

: Maeve Sawyer Scott Ripley :

(Digits aren't fingers, according to me)

~

make no mistake:

~

He who

hides in

the ink

has no Heart

He is foolish &

~

alone.

~

: Maeve Sawyer Scott Ripley :

(I hope to let you see me)

~

Hold my hand, as you go

Home again you Human,

Human wo man ,

take it with

(take it with)

~

: Maeve Sawyer Scott Ripley :

(does this name fit me?)

~

Perfect IS A

Lie I toLD you

tO Keep yoUR ScreaMing

downdown,

KEEP KEEP

quIET SO the

neighbors

DONt

HEAR

{No more lost pages}

~

: Maeve Sawyer Scott Ripley :

(Empty)

~

Youll hurt Me

When You Turn

off the

radio.

I suffur in silence !

~

: Maeve Sawyer Scott Ripley :

(are you with me?)

~

Bird's shadows

dance in the sea

of grass and

other things.

~

: Maeve Sawyer Scott Ripley :

(frozen blossom, black sleet)