I often wonder why
that homeless woman...

How foolish,
having dismembered...

I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs...

Love-
why do I even try...

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

Your tongue
suspiciously...

Momma says I've got a poet's heartache
that I dally...

Darling,
It's 8:02 am. Cold and snowy. Winter is just not...

Sometimes the ravenous sky
licks my heart...

No one teaches a flower how to wilt;
it just knows when to wither...

There is this thump in my chest
that's gentle, like the pitter patters of dusk...

Here\'s a poem
written by the hands of my heart...