Ugliness in pink flakes
elopes with a terrorist...

The father and child
Will not talk to...

I will take you:
In claustrophobia...

Black emptiness.
Death opens like a flower...

During the litany of questions,
I will talk to you...

Tell me about the bluetoothed man,
of his stark naked truth, in toe...

This was my book of pain
with no ending...

Like a jellyfish,
In raw pain...

Again,
a hunt will start...

A haunted moon,
sauntered into the woods...

Beyond dreams,
a wise lake, watching my absurdity...

That roasting night
when honeyed moon hung high...