His bulging eyes
chased a little rodent...

Forming a circle, they are standing still
akin to olden bronze statues...

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

I told a matchbox,
"You look so aged today.&quot...

We stand together,
we stand apart...

They roam around me
as smallish clouds...

Love is a child
crawling in a plot of green...

I would love to do some gardening
On my love's broken yard...

I appear distorted in my mirror.
My exterior...

I'm half empty
and half filled...

Clothes sticking to my skin,
I face the sky...

Bus terminus,
fussy pockets, speedy wheels...