The poet turns his face to the heavens -
He knows this feeling, this need to write...

Each step on the tightrope brings
Another jolt of white fear...

Lights spark and fragment on a salty sea.
Questions flitter behind strained, tired eyes...

On a summer sea
an ocean of promise swelled...

Why does a form whisper across my view
In places where the unfamiliar go...

Purposely, productively and with precise...
..another stem is selected - straight and of jade...

Petals dance shoulder to shoulder. Purple, violet...
Wistful wonder lifts its palm to praise a...

Her laugh her giggle
Her chest her wiggle...

Waiting
For chocolate...

In a largely unknown world, a luminescent, yet...
Across the midnight sky a comet sears a joyous...

Heavy metal sank
her optimistic dreams of...

In the space between
Sunday love-songs...