One homeless brown mongrel
scratching his mangy skin...

Some repeated words
DO, DON'T, FOLLOW...

In his spare time, Future leafed through
photocopies of dead chapters...

I have burned all the bridges
behind, but my traitor eyes travel over...

I slog through miles
to embrace your bricks and mortar...

Let me share
a morsel of sky with you...

You have disappeared
like the distant trees...

My shadows grow darker
in load shedding. At times, a soliloquy...

My uncle Bob, is an expert in
social science of economics...

As I study the sheen of a bronze Buddha,
an ikebana of laments breathe inside...

My abandoned poems
arranged themselves...

[ Originally written as "Totally Internally...
My autumn afternoons...