I was a sacrificial lamb
for the taste of religion...

Scarlet lights shining
John pays for Jezebel's smile...

She bathed in leaves of a fallen Maple tree
as the sun began to bid day, adiu...

What can I do in twenty three minutes?
I have a small amount of time before...

I grow a silent thunder
that poet's release...

She was eighty something
and I was barely eighteen...

I've written four poems
so far...

Have you ever studied maps
on the wings of a dragonfly...

She doesn't read the words
I etch onto paper...

I wasn't the first to enter
mother's womb...

Patches of darkness
linger upon an old country...

I've tasted sour dough bread
images, as you kneaded...