in the city of a thousand suns;
you swell the most at the seams...
Piled high the boxes reach
to brush against the ceiling...
Thinking of you..
I breathe on illusion...
Catered emotions
cascade...
If you see an emerald light
cascading over redwood trees...
He came to me
from the corner...
Everything about this night
is wrong: the heat of autumn...
Clouds
embrace...
It's back again,
gnawing...
Your love
tore my poetry...
where the dark perches - upon streetlamps
of alleyways and corners, the monotony of...
Becalmed atop a mirrored sea
the storm has passed...