How many more
nights...

Somewhere amongst the straight
lines and right angles...

Her eyes are
stained glass windows...

We aren't seeing eye to eye.
We have similar perceptions...

How much longer must you haunt
my brittle bones...

You are a loose arrow
launched from...

Amaranth grows eagerly
throughout my...

Endorphins percolate through my nervous system.
Serotonin and adrenaline kickstart...

A few swift strokes of my pen
create verbal ecosystems...

Our words are music on a
rundown carousel in an...

I am a faulty fuse on an
expired mortar...

My fingers yearn for a time
when they penned...