If sorrow is sunless
then I'm after midnight...

It's strange to me,
to find myself smitten...

Don't worry, Autumn
you'll always be my daffodil...

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

You saw me standing there. I had a cigarette in my...

Your heart
fell...

All at once
love steps lightly in...

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

I am in danger
of root rot...

He's gone...

My belly flits not
all the fresh winged butterflies...

Lost
to a mirage of stars...