I wish for the hush tones
of a distant finger...

I can not possibly fathom
how those green eyes idolize infirmity...

He was beautiful,
then ugly...

It's apparent our tide is moving
in big waves of opportunity...

Yesterday, while browsing Lowe's
I stumbled upon the river rock aisle...

I never noticed her, just two stools......a way;
we both sat with bleary eyes...

I love you, I loathe you
please (don't) flit away...

If you will not
let your armor down...

Yesterday, not only did prose taste strange
but an unfamiliar maundering...

Yesterday, I woke up sick-
with my belly flopping about...

So precariously he scrawls,
like a fatuous child...

I said to him, "Flattery will get you...
Except there...