The squeaky leather whimpers
as she bends over to rub her feet that are numb...

The salty sweat from their brown skin that...
Their calloused hands are now damaged beyond...

As I sip the same cup of coffee I've had since...
I dream of the clouds departing soon...

Strap me down to that gurney and cart me off into...
Open my veins; inject them with lithium, until it...

Inspired by the poem "Repairs" by Andrew...
Tools flood the garage...

Poseidon's wrath lies behind your flooding lips.
They only part to spew out curses...

Morning dew sparkles
like pear-shaped diamonds, cut from...

The silver crescent
kisses beautiful creatures...

Being a fly on the wall is so overrated;
though I wish I didn't have to find out the hard...

Beauty lives here, expanding in all corners,
Luring weary travelers to the sleek hotels and...

The freight train
bustles through the town...

There's something
outside my window...