Lately it feels like time
has kicked up her skirt...

The flower child breathes in harmony
and exhales peace through paper dreams...

Love always ends too soon
corrupting lies with truth...

I love my little dictionary
it's cute and compact enough...

His shadow won't leave me
it trots like a wild pony...

I wait, like a genie
sealed inside a whiskey bottle...

I'm leaving 29
with a few scars...

I saw her standing there,
a peerless silhouette of...

My pen was once filled
with all the possibilities...

He knew I wandered off the cobblestone
of some maps misdirection...

The stars are everywhere tonight;
in my hair,...........................over there...

Truth needs not be spoken
to open its vocal cord...