When those thunderous clouds
began to boil under a baking sun...

I've twisted elements
to match the sparkle...

I'll answer to any name they wish to call me-
Within a world of voices...

Over a period of years,
the mountain view has...

These twisted
old bones...

I've grown lazy
within my pen...

His little frame
peeks around...

There's a secret Forrest
Within my mind...

After a long evening
of mental anguish...

Stripped
from Vietnam...

During coffee
Alone...

I'm following the orb of night
lanterns are lit, stars within sight...