A mirror ball sits on my window sill,
Small and cheap, a remnant of some party...

My mind swims in a soup
Of words and decisions...

I was dreaming I
was I was dreaming...

Against the drag
Is a thrilling prospect...

If I were to
mint the minutes...

I refer to the story of the soldier and the woman...
He tied her thighs together so she could not give...

You make me feel like a child in blackness.
You make me feel like an adult in brightness...

Was so bored during all those times,
All those boring times in my childhood...

I dance under
the cursing clouds...

These words are imprecise.
They form layers of liquid transparencies in my...

Searching can be a pastime,
But lately time passes so quickly...