Between the sugar and the blood,
we ended between the sheets...

Some cold f**king response
coming from you, of all people...

Every little detail of you is left haunting me
like amber dipped embedded coals left embraced...

A snow filled plain stretches for miles in her...
desolate...

Her lips were curved and bladed.
they were painted in the corridors...

Dirty Russians
broken bicyclettes...

I am sitting at the station,
waiting for a southbound train...

Indecision haunts me; binds me to a cold, dark...
there is no way to escape its gaze...

Little green artichoke
you have met your final day...

Forgive me father, for i have sinned
Ive made up my whole life...

I empty another box...
clothes from a different fad...

Under the dim falsified glow
of a lean and towering Eugene street lamp...