Fractions reduced to motes,
twilight frost with ghosts...

Recessed against the sky
Like a playful winter child...

Every second, each sentence passing
through the clouds, draws magnetically...

And drugs are the only thing to eat for breakfast.
lately i can only respect my addiction, the lies...

You walk through the fluorescence, turning
a corner to find a brown box on the floor...

In my opinion's pizza,
mind is hungry for...

I watch trees from my woods,
black bark against a cyan sky...

I wonder who made the first beach.
It wasn't the sea shells, they were still...

Floating leaves--
a frog flickers...

Two suns almost sunken
__steamy halves float...

It is emptier
than a pin prick of light...

You tiptoe through my dreams
stampeding as I wake...