Standing upon suds of
unconscious thoughts...

I dwell in pools of yesterday's
madness...

When a woman laments
you can visualize her discomfort...

My heart is crushed, talking in riddles
to a strange woman on the other end...

There is a crack above
where light silences the whispering...

Words scatter in the night
as a simple hush of wind...

Speechless roses fall victim to winter
dormant; within cracks of frozen earth...

As a young one
sparkly gems...

Restless am I, wee child within
spinning in spirals of internal rotation...

Spinning in amazement
of right, wrong...

Lost and alone
upon a twig...

A hint of cheap cologne wafted
along my bony spine...