Why not love me
for errant reasons, dear...

The gray sky stifles me
with it's thick fog...

I'd like to gather my poems
and scatter them...

I feel like a star
cast amongst this ambiguousness...

Yesterday
secure abaft a palisade...

I don't suppose
the white hums of summer...

Yesterday,
...............you called me pretty...

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