They place us
in such well crafted...
Frankesteinism
Born dead...
The heart stealer.
Our little mutt can be a pain in the butt and upon...
We check out humans like they are library books,
browsing past their skin with retinas made for...
This river reeks of shameful impurities -
stretching; contorting snake strangles land...
They questioned my sanity
for I feared not...
unravel stigmas
by acknowledging feelings...
Heavy metal sank
her optimistic dreams of...
Incessant flies are buzzing
In these fire-hydrant times...
The human race is fragile...
I am counting the leaves on a tree
birds are still singing...
I used to call Australia my tangerine dream:
an island I wanted to peel apart...