moribund
gravebound birthday balloons bound to
while moribund
bound for
well
give me the giganteum
two graves over
i'll sing to myself like
papaver, papaver,
for this life is over
because it's quiet, not counting,
for which i'm bound
but on the other hand
perhaps
a wind-spinning neon sign like
quality part
worn tyres
or
single shrub
approached tree
other things said
and you know what they say about shrubs...