When you are this sick
time collapses on itself...

Give me the blue of speed
as I race across the fields...

"All her dreams have come true"
Yet in the face of this praise...

Fall asleep to find a girl in my bed;
it is not the first time she's here, yet...

The kitchen is empty
the corner you slept in...

Old men are more interesting
with their souls painted...

Hardly invisible certainly not six feet tall
this storm reduces hope through the hours...

A ruined stick
a burnt match...

Gift: An Edgar Allan Poe Doll
My mean sister has a doll collection...

In these hillside streets where we walked
roam the ghosts of who we once were...

It's a small bridge over a ditch
from the parking lot...

I come into the woods
not merely to escape...