A toxic tongue laps the ocean
and fish goes to sleep at bottom...

Hollyhocks will not let me go;
hold my hands...

In a school of murder a hub of
terror survives...

The body was arched in a denial mode
on the rose bed, unsettling human emotion...

Liquidity crunch turns you
into lip slave...

The lake was drying up
touching raw nerves...

Standing on a sandisland
I was looking at the landscape...

The hard core cult was fixing
the flies on the podium...

The bald mannequin, stands
undraped, without genitalia...

Focused on burgundy palms
as the age blinks...

Eyes take flight
away from sleep, from words...

Too beholden to water of life.
It hurts deliberately when you were thirsty...