To our left, sea. To our right, desert dunes.
You light a cigarette, a tiny torch in the dark. I...

He is a banana so
I ask him what fruit would I be...

Sitting on a park bench
at five PM...

Heaving knowledge
in crisp, convenient packets...

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

On the click of submit poem,
My profile will be changed...

Against the drag
Is a thrilling prospect...

You were always the desire to engulf another,
from a billion murky years ago, when...

I was dreaming I
was I was dreaming...

My brows are also knitted
As the wool descends slowly...

(Hostess. The word is a witching whisper.
It rustles like a silk dress...

I write things,
things that...