Sitting in a room surrounded by strange faces
Listening to each tragic story, the pain, the...
My eyes blacken within
A cave of twisted seas and turns...
A few swift strokes of my pen
create verbal ecosystems...
The moon is leaking solemn
silver drops of...
I.
"I feel hungry,"...
It is through you, my beloved, poetry
that I have found a universe...
"Am I in trouble?"
she asked, as an ambulance...
What if the sky is made
of trees, the sun of white silk...
Hell exists, though you don't see
it in a book or on tv...
I watch your waspish tendrils
Wend their way up high...
Being vain, as you often should, you asked for my...
And I know better not to be sweet around you...
I didn't know if I could go through it all at...
The early stanzas bursting with perplexity...