Words are like alcohol:
they make you drunk--make you see...

The last purple petal of a petunia finally falls.
See: shriveling sunflowers, decadent daffodils...

Deafening chats
of emptiness...

He stirs poetry
of drinking coffee...

Shining and dazzling,
you are a rare comet...

My hurling waves
are the very thoughts...

Altered, never will they be
nor faded, nor vanished...

I refuse to commit
a direct murder...

Just because I live beneath an overpass;
doesn't mean I exist in its shadow...

I have been a poet
of a poem called life...

For the atmosphere
has kept away the air...

I'm lost ;
writing a puzzle...