Pain on pain, how to
teach your being, when you curl...

Between knife and pill
I will draw a blood line...

Would you become
my plaque one day...

I refuse to underrate
the fog, its arithmetic...

Playing the double life,
coming apart at...

Half a journey, you want
a happy end. Beyond crossing the...

No, I don't think,
when I write. My poem...

Very grim. You
promote the copperheads...

Dried knuckles will
not fondle the small moons...

I want you to call
me, when my shirt was stainless...

How do I carry the
moon, wherever I go to search...

In blue dawn
pure truth will hinge on the...