The arch in your back gives way to exaggerated...

I envision myself in your eyes -
the translucent membrane...

And the silence perfumes madness
With a drifting scent; the words...

The cord of the phone
untwists with your finger...

A man said, "I have a life."
He spent it all trying to live up to his...

A bitter train of thought
a little bit distraught...

And i had almost given up!
picture me reading that empty...

Cords
extend...

This is a slam, so critique it as that,.. thanx...
time slowed down to an eventual still image of...

You seemed so real;
an angel, slipping down...

Two shapes swirling
as a noise crackles...

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