Sun bathes rotted stone-
Leaping over the graveyard...

Oh, you are bright, my dear tormentor,
bright like a blade, and as cruel...

Between the pages of now
and forever...

God, I'm
drinking...

The screen door is creaking in the damp breeze
The first summer rain, warmer and wetter than...

Up before the sun is old
A wheeling car, a curving road...

Spring comes in the form of little
ugly pretty things...

Are stepping little lines
around the wrinkled cotton...

Heavy,
cast solid in sleep...

Passion is felt sharply
in the final moments...

Grass,
to flourish, must co...

My first lover
was sun sky colored, clear blue eyes, golden skin...