Have you felt
the strangeness...

A game I played
since play began...

Heard myself
laugh today...

March-july 2007...

Don't look at me like this
with barely disguised...

On a clear day
take waikiki...

On a starry night
over a crackling campfire...

Pained longing
behind glazed eyes...

On the strength of a dejavu
I tossed discretion...

Surfing reading
asking wondering...

Call it rude, crude
what you would...

Eyes you used to look into
eyes you said were beautiful...