My eyes are smaller than my stomach is.   That is Quite a meal for me.   I have lost my appetite lately.      The basement is where we wait for the    storm to break.   Someone os lost outside, through the rain    we hear them cry.      Deafened by the sound of the    apples falling down.   They were rottong on the ground    when the winter came around.      My bedroom feels just like a parking lot   thats been closed up for the night   asleep beneath the buzzing light.