A shut door
without a house...

A sleepwalker gives up
a snake...

Lesser evil of a god
will preside over...

Under a sickle moon,
the effect was colossal...

Ceaselessly,
the September moon...

This September. It is
going to be very quiet...

Uncannily sanguine,
wounded by biting gnats...

Downy mildew,
blinks. The sun...

Overlooks the juvenility.
The shrinking genitals...

A severed hand, after
the blast, working on a script...

The dancing paper,
humilates the pen...

You are waiting
amid fears. The fretting...