I'm crying for myself
salty tears...

Calm weekends in June
a warmth you can breathe...

Shuffle....shuffle....
every one of you a dealer...

Coincidence is relevant
and evident...

The truth
the only truth right now...

Sanding down streets.
New York...

The Moons not your gravity,
no that's just a theory...

My loves
in passive contemplation...

And of Horrors
regardless and despite those...

I thought as a murderer
just to see if I could...

And then….
I was on my knees...

Robotic words
of easy grace...