Cabbage like hers
Tastes and scents
Complicated by
The lack of second comings
When wishing
Means nothing
To a childlike heart
Nickel and dime
Plastic rhyme
There's something
Going wrong
In every crevice
Cups overflow
Bacon burns
Below zero
Is it a learn
Or just darkeness
Behind rainbows

Sop

To clean
Constantly
Everything
But the tire
The damp
Reminder
Of
The wrong
And right place
I can factor
Till winter
Omens and
Not
Or just get
The bloody
Sop
Off the dirty floor
And
Grind these cogs
Some more