The little angel
with the side swept bangs...

Confession: I don't feel well.
This sickness is in my head...

It's a quiet night with crickets,
one of those nights where it's ok...

I've been challenged to write a poem,
a silly little poem about you...

Take these words and sail with me.
We'll bless this lovely water...

You never asked
so I never answered...

Ten slashes on a luminescent strip
white burning red into the darkness...

Tempting music
floats on the air...

Maybe
you're the puzzle piece...

She goes to school
learns to read and write...

It's funny how you screamed it
when you were trying to hate me...

Sing me a song through a seashell
of the world in a glass bottle rocking on...