Again I would hear the night sounds
through the hours of civilities...

You could feel it.
The fear in that pristine howl...

Watching the descent
without god...

Like a bikini top
two hills were rising...

What was the idea of charity,
when you were hiding...

I take you in my arms. O moon.
Crazed. You have become a muse...

Was worried about the assault
from inside...

Time capsule in gangrene
foot. It was madness of the legs...

Writing on sleeves
to remember your departure...

Waiting under the opaque moon
a primeval instinct takes over you...

Before the spill there was
soaring. And then anti-g...

A futurist virginity in black rose
was seeking posthumous award...