made friends with last night and incompleteness   book ends and frostbight is salivating   when i go    they won't know   squadered a siren and drove myself drowned   wandered and worsened in conversation    since the fall   i recall   autumn fondly   cold, cold   death kills me more when they grieve   at the surgery   breathing a sigh to relieve   pent up perjury   rotting in ripeness to fill    full of somewhere   but they'll comb the country until    i'm in crosshairs