Can true friendships be formed?
at least can they...

On the eve of the special day of memories
I drive home through the night...

The shades of gray
Black and White claim not to be...

Adverts on my screen
flashing windless banners...

Wolves and lambs come to play
within the fields of clover...

I've been told so many things about myself
That, statistically, I should have died a newborn...

Is love a liability?
or does it have inherent utility...

Beast
were you always so...

In each heart
lies life and death...

I want to see and be seen
just to hear and be heard...

What happens to the papers, cards, and greetings
what happens to all the missives that are sent...

At rope's end
I tie the knot...