I want to be a desert
open and wide, unbound by...

About time I forgot,
your spits on my plate...

Alphabet Form, whatever it is, a club challenge...
Thanks Bob...

Am the last cigarette in your
pocket...

Humans;
If religion is of naked deeds...

How I wish I had feelings, or some words to say
maybe one memory, for fathers day...

Once again through cold winters,
I have walked with you...

In any instance, you can witness
fear breaking away from my mind...

If you could see the woods behind me
tall, quiet and yellow...

Did I not stir the sharp taste of past
in my sweetened cup of tea...

I ask of you to wipe my tears
with a last lecture you give me...

Thinking of you..
I breathe on illusion...