Outside:
The snow is crisp and light under my walking feet...

Obsess over these bright lights
Rush, Rush away from where we have to go...

She'd share a single handed kiss
never both hands down...

I've been scribbling over the whites of my eyes
Soaring over scattered spaces...

I'm staring
waiting for the doors to open and...

If words could describe this thing
the way i feel when you pull this...

I really cannot understand
jumped and then i...

And isn't it hard to love when your
dying on the floor...

It's as safe as a shoe box
and as lonely as a disease...

You're hanging by a noose of bad letters
all the wrong consonants...

I am brain dead
slipping quietly...

My best friend
is a little rubber duck...