When the sun goes down bleeding
beyond the hills yonder...

In culture of counterfeits
a snip of intelligent gene...

Sitting between the knees,
I am being bathed by intense anxiety...

In the cavernous mind
a thought becomes...

A pithy moon
climbs...

It was a slant love.
Back to back...

Holding the ladder
I was hungry...

Outraged film
and dirt life...

The trembling hands were
ostrasized for living more...

A rapt moon was listening
a tale of two murders...

Living
someone's else death...

I see it coming
the end before the beginning...