Acid snowflakes burn holes
in the outstretched tongues...

Absence makes the heart go wander,
as if falling, falling...

If we were together
comfortable in a life that...

\'What you are witnessing is real.....
transmits up to 3000 feet...

In the sanctuary of night
the world is a little closer...

We once believed in unicorns,
and dreamt of flying upon the wind...

After years of wanting
nothing came...

It is the last
warm day of autumn...

I wonder about
the colour of thought...

There's a presence,
like physical graffitti...

The dying gasp
of the last poet...

The decline of civilization is
angels ejaculating their rage...