Threw My Love

I threw my love
out the sixth story window.

Rest assured
the sound made a flowery splat.

The moon inflamed
like a wild poet prick.

It’s better than taking
a hatchet to the distant stars.

The car she landed on
sped away wearing her short skirt.

The busty weather girl said mistakenly
bricks will rain down on ladybugs.

Swat team members
arrived by rusty sunken submarine.

The perfect crime
always next to a pond.