The tarnished, gaudily guarded
childhood ended in the quickest...

The
sinuous...

It's September, and
the night is cool and slick, and...

What a lovely painting
gold thrown so sensual...

All the twirling twisted edges
of nature are gathered...

That sculpture you made,
the one with four...

So to avoid the sin of self-awareness
let's all pretend to humor our pretense...

Captured in my small scribblings
you think you glimpse some goddess...

A work in progress...

I was really into smell tonight.
Usually it's touch...

The forbidden fruit in Eden was no apple
this orange confirms it...

I had a dream last night
where I crossed your path...