What bodies could say
Touched together...

Oh frightening lover
Typing taunts of affection...

Child of the mind
You speak for the dead...

The strike it comes
Between the lenses...

Timmy was a good boy
Brushed his teeth...

Seeds
With little faces...

The sky is tattooed across her brow,
Her eyes are intrinsic splashes of...

The ashtray is warm,
Cigarettes and lipstick remain...

Eighteen
A bar...

Cataract,
The water cascades...

Dreams,
Are what they feed you...

King,
Oh king of colour...