She breathes in arms like home and watches
a softrise...

Morning dew on the
kittens coat, it awaits food...

The paper reads
of nothing but...

I ride the soft clouds
with evening flames on my breath...

Freud's cigar ashes fallen
in rorschach, flies are...

The smile full
of wrinkles...

"honey calm down"
so many directions...

She looks like hummingbird
wings and amber honey...

Encased in the river
of honey...

The heat of
a white knife...

She lies on a table
with needles hanging...

Dont go - not yet
i cant breathe anything...