I'm not a poet,
I'm not a melody...

I am more like
a surreal painting...

I saw him a broken nightingale
with sparkleless eyes and sparkleless...

If you're wondering who you are, I can tell you.
You're nothing. Nothing but a number...

Tonight is almost beautiful.
Stars feel like mockingbirds...

I don't usually pray.
But tonight, the hospital was crowded...

The anguished woman
pushed and...

You have come through.
This is the noise of cars...

Yesterday,
a news reporter...

It's the last crumble of
summer. The quotidian...

I never said this, dear martyr,
but I still remember when you punched...

The smoke
looked fascinating...