I'm not sure
what kind of man...
you
speak of...
in fields of roses sweet, I swirl
the petals soft, caress me so...
War!
War...
Sun rays diffract in my eye contact
in fact...
Who knew something so small
could be the highlight of the day...
It’s not just the vodka
stirring in my gut...
I fear for the day when I no longer see the good...
Or even in myself...
So long ago, I once saw
a raven so black and bright...
repeat it
until you believe it...
I cram bits of the loneliness in letters—I...
stamp them, get dressed in a nice outfit, and make...
I gather the stars in a basket
And bask in the flickering light...