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

He stirs poetry
of drinking coffee...

My hurling waves
are the very thoughts...

For the atmosphere
has kept away the air...

I'm lost ;
writing a puzzle...

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

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

Time seems so long ,
and each day appears to clamber...

I wish you could have my sight
To let you see...

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

Deafening chats
of emptiness...

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