Warm to the
throat, I...

Patient sits speckled
frog,.. as dancing dragonflies...

Vines for veins, pumping
the bitter taste of a bad wine...

From his inside pocket,
he takes out a smile...

He's gone.
Twenty-five to life...

The moon reflected in his eyes,
as shimmery silver light crossed his path...

I lay hidden beneath my cotton covered shield,
to defend me from cold chills and keep distant the...

Gracious is this mighty baby arc.
Although to shine...

...

The morning after the night before.
Eyes like pools of blue...

...

I look out of my window...
with anemic eyes everything below and above me...