Manx For The Memories!

I hope this doesn't make people feel bad that they can't write poems.



As the cool mist grazes the graves
watering a garden where only ghosts grow
why don't they go to the strand
boo
i feel so alone and existential

a lizard king with no crown
or jacket
stars
on my pants
or are they pinholes
for my soul-astronaut to seek-out
or freak-out new life
hello?

hello?
paging mr.
hermin
in where i oft reside
yes...
rest on my words and

sleep...
but not your mind!
what?