Karma chameleon
thinks...

Tell me
how you love me...

From a migrant
schoolboy...

Even though
I couldn't care less...

I wish
I had been born...

Interminable
obsessions...

I'd love
to be fearless...

This moment sublime
I wish I could bottle...

Something sick
spewing such images...

In a slow motion descent
to the dead...

It seems
all my life...

How we crave
human kindness...