My thoughts of you are red.
Not the flare of passion or tender hues of...

It was a long and hard December
From the rooftops, I remember...

I love him more now,
but I loved you more than I'll ever love...

Bio;
Issei Sagawa, born 1949, is a petite Japanese man...

Quatrain
Haiku...

I can spew out poems
on a white page...

You walked too close to the fire, orange boy,
but I loved the smell of smoke on your warm fur...

Rays burst between peaks
Melting snowcapped mountain tops...

Looking from my chair, there's a light seeping...
Not ready yet to dream but if I wait, sleep...

The lights have gone out
I try to stay awake...

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

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