On the pavement
a chalk drawing is admired...
Wistful symphony echoes
o'er silver tears and...
you were born quiet;
a frozen and dormant caterpillar...
This is not a dystopia
or some cataclysmic dream...
You hug the earth
tightly with your...
This is my ghost in the guise of a poem.
Read it without grief in your heart...
Here?
I told you. Gloomy are the days of the...
sprawled across the bed, your bosom
rises and collapses, like your one deep...
in the city of a thousand suns;
you swell the most at the seams...
Underneath a fallen star
dream catcher memories...
Silence did not treat you
the way he treated me...
Everything about this night
is wrong: the heat of autumn...