I take the turnpike in a blur of frenzied
yellowing lights...

I've always wondered
what the last poem I'd write...

Jubilant skies morph,
Into foreboding blackness...

Without the rain
my heart would be a barren desert...

I used to believe I never had
a boxy shape, and without a mirror...

You are pondering the smoothness inside
your mouth, thinking all the same there has...

I don't need sleep - it doesn't need me.
Three days have passed and I have come...

Jesus, I believe that you are the center of the...
the center of my life, and the center of this...

The overpowering ocean makes love to the sensitive...
an underwater kiss bursts throughout her coarse...

I feel stretched like a lazy house cat
yawning on the happily lit porch...

Play your heart for me. What
chords these words often...

Less than twelve hours
until the week makes itself...