You're like the sighing tree
Spiritually significant...

You stumble, you fall, you trip over words
unspoken. You mistake disaster for paradise...

The Modern Writer is on a never ending quest
for salvation through an almost dead medium...

So innocent when used to decorate
a child's room, or a piece of art...

So much hangs on the truth
Like the noose...

SPARK
voltage...

Rip the bread, chew it's salty body
meant to nourish my soul...

The pride that carries me to nowhere
takes these pithy words of comfort...

A long line lengthens, as far as the eye can see;
There are faces of every countenance...

Domestic, tin foil teeth shred
subordinate layers of...

Like the broken skin of a pimple, left to bleed,
then scab; The scarring reminder of the...

I knew that I would fall in love with you.
That I would spend hours listening to you...