Have you ever sat into the mind
of a decayed flower...

You were a soft spring
that spoke to me...

and it begins to snow.
I make frost hearts upon...

I must be going crazy
in a mind filled with...

Sobbing dainty
sentiments...

Rainbows sprinkle hope
transparent kisses are felt...

I pose, desolate
in a sleepy sun...

Words are mere
syllables of the...

I journey to the other side of the kitchen,
a place where the dripping of coffee...

Hidden grooves in knotches
Of base boards hold a valuable...

Trail of tears; followed
broken feathers of sorrow...

I connected through
the stars in your pocket...