Once we set our sails
We stared from towers...

I decided to go brazen into this love,
full throttle...

If you make room for me,
I'll live...

When I was 10, my pa
dressed as a green goblin in...

Like cabernet spilling from my lips,
a sour blend of vinegarish red...

If I opened my heart to you,
I would say, sweet angel...

Most days,
i'm living in the matrix...

Like the mouth of a pipe as it falls from your...
and your face is shrouded in a veil of smoke...

Do you feel me when I tell you,
I am writing this poem for you...

Bitter
Walking through the valley...

We carve curved lines in the sand with
dead twigs of a sycamore...

There I laid my weatherbeaten horse to rest
on a desert by the sea of final turnings...