Octaves do not
speak anymore...
Billowing up in a serpentine queue
the smoke tangles around you...
A traveler bus
standing by...
We stand together,
we stand apart...
Wish I were a CD
ringed on your forefinger...
Exclaimed one, "are we
mere scavengers?"...
I feel too sluggish
for the New Year...
The year completed
one full cycle...
Its an impeccable portal!
You may place your orders...
Please try to understand,
I'm getting bored with you now...
He asked, "was this
your first go at writing?"...
I appear distorted in my mirror.
My exterior...