Dried knuckles will
not fondle the small moons...

One day balancing over
waters, someone drops dead...

You may go around the world
to touch the moon...

Very grim. You
promote the copperheads...

Searching human
teeth. Real fossils...

No, I don't think,
when I write. My poem...

The craft of
creating darkness in...

To understand your
niche, I listen to echoes...

It is a harmless
bloodbath under the moon...

Like flint, I knew,
it won't work from beginning...

The second death
of orange-moon in...

Break the bread.
Someone waits under...