My loves
in passive contemplation...

I can feel it’s tickle
I flinch as it dances round...

You flare from the corner
and I...

God once told me
as I slept...

Loud voices in quiet places
put Darwin’s theory...

You are my black hole
you can never be filled...

Oh brother!
where art thou...

Oh how Spiritual
look the beautiful...

Sometimes….
my senses cry for deprivation...

Aw yeah man
I ain’t angry at them...

The leaves of a tree
in Autumn I see...