And more:

Little stems provoke miniscule,
Delicate buds of promise,
Blushing under a hint of light.

--

My words come twice,
Thrice, all at once, I spend them
Recklessly, without vanity,
They disperse like buckshot,
Ringing together in messy clumps, like
Hair wet with blood, or stringy tangles of
Fish guts, mixed in with the occasional
Glimmer of scales,
One dead eye.