toddler's pillows

Slept with debt Colors fading in And about my paper These missiles I learn from Lost times Missing tables Without a binding Leaving signs Coming long, overdone My riddled ponds Scram, loves Every beating shirt Out of fits i have worn, down Down, i war every one down To be alone, dense As putrid grey Clouds inside of a sand A single sand left Whereth my shlacked confusion Meaningless resentable Getting through a need She wouldnt love Her boy is my shove Back to war he goes