Star light, star bright,
How I wish I were there tonight...

I am a user
you are an abuser...

(another poem that sounds the same as another that...
One dead bird after another...

A torrent breaks in
diffused with cold...

A twist of bone and structure --
she was a reluctant captive of pious symphonies...

Hanging onto the edges of consciousness,
drifting through past words of sorrow...

My head drops
the lights go out...

The actors, the stage
pure enmity rising from...

We were standing at the edge of the earth,
watching the flames softly devour the petals...

Flashing lights pass me by
the city gleams in sorrow...

A wolf in sheep's clothing,
were you the duckling...

The blessed mother nature has been
holding us in long dead limbs...