persistently airy,
presently absent...

Your ribcage fits my fingers,
Gentle as if not there at all...

-An ode of sorts to all of Bret Easton Ellis...
Throwing coins into a jar...

Those many hours
spent staring out the window...

I am the sound of winter
With the smell of spring...

"Everything's a disappointment," you're...
Windows slip open and welcome the wandering air...

Giving all you have to dreams that won't see the...
Time you hope would be returned...

Is it so scary?
The hair on the ceiling...

My intuition:
a hot knife...

There's a dog down the end of the road,
He doesn't really have a home...

It is impossible to escape you. Your exhale has to...
"I never called you in the morning to simply...

Waiting,
swimming...