Shadowy eyes gaze
over my crown of braids...

Resplendent lamppost sings to itself
preparing the words on lucky matches...

I hang a bulb
off my ceiling fan...

There is a door
disconnected...

My lips tingled
and curled laconically...

He shot me down
like I was a kite runner...

I love to create
obscene imagery...

On a prolific day
I become distracted...

You flay my muted mouth
coiling around with disgrace...

Opaque and vaporous
scenery inspired me to...

You may never unwrap these tributes,
glowing poetry soaked in complete...

I hid the mossy star
in the center of a blemished bush...