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.