It was a cloudburst-
from your saddened eyes...

It was syntax
killing a kiss...

No comments. The eagle
is ready to pounce on...

Clapping with one hand,
when a suicide note was found...

What could you do
when the donor fatigue...

You wanted tranquility
clean and sane...

Cruel times,
and the walls are rising...

It was not ending, not beginning
this fracas...

The water breaks.
Do you hear the voices...

Coming back with
nipples and fangs, all...

There should not have been
any question marks on your...

Your hands
start a fire...