When is the last time that artistry has
exposed me for who I took the chance...

You are German Chocolate
yet I am...

You captured me unintentionally,
arriving at a late horizon where you...

I try to shield your eyes from sunlight
when it becomes overbearing...

I want to poetize the grim faces
I've been pressed upon...

My hands are too cold to love,
too Siberian from becoming the...

Each day the delineation of a sultan tailgates
her; is a prince what she was supposed to...

Bankrupt are my lips,
from considering you to be...

The transients line my jail cell, disclosing that
evening will no longer let my eyes open...

Only a few hours without the sight
that took me back to remembrance...

Glissading down toward
pottery...

It is a new day
when there are no...