All around me,
separated four or five to a pen...

Cabeza:*
"We are the hollow men...

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

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

The problem with not believing
is the world is plain and grey...

Sitting quietly at Meyer Park
on the banks of Cypress Creek...

The world is divided in two:
those with the divine and those not...

These kids shuffle through the crosswalk
kicking up the shadows of their future...

Here
Always...

Nothing I submit
lays claim as original...

The monsters that roam these shores
know where we make our homes...

Who's this on my path
walking along beside...