An early bloomer:
you jumped on the otherside...

The ancient war is on.
You kill...

You were aging by nights.
Days will not seek...

Need mercy for a
Freudian slip...

Write me a poem,
under the flickering candle...

The knife peels off
the silence...

Wanting to know about
the violence in cuckoo's nest...

This jungle of words.
Fear, like a badger...

When the dialogue stops
there will be a royal bleed...

Gliding on the clover
you invoke the sky...

Give me a lone word.
I will write a poem...

When I hold the pen,
it trembles in my hand; the poem...