Once, there were three

I.

My sky mourns you, obscene fat clouds populate here, where is the sun and the birds to slit them in two? I seek your rupture.

II.

my little lark, 

oh you were the spark 

that split my heart into 

a gaggle of balloons 

why aren't you my lark

singing a twisted song?

which tree have you 

landed on,

are you feeding

another poets' heart?

III.

I know I trap you in clumsy
rhymes.This project
was fated to sag.
Impale me
on a new
sorrow
I need
new trunks to
tremble
Give me
an earthquake
call it love
I will scream
from the centre
and make you stumble