Too many times,
I've ambushed myself...

You were always brilliant,
the way you'd undress me...

If you were a star,
I'd wish you to fall through me...

You rock my ship
into a hypnotic lullaby...

There's a fat man sitting alone
at the corner cafe...

I loved him
(still do...

Life is a mystery
dreams, an empty well...

I've been skipping the sidewalks
of my latter poems...

I am sickened
by my own poetry...

It was a gradual unfolding,
the listless dimming of love...

I am no angel
for I have broken many hearts...

There's a peculiar heart
beating faintly...