Paying back the debt
of virility. A lame duck...

Like a vampire,
night swoops down...

A pigeon
flutters, in my frail...

In evening I need
to speak with my small voice...

A complex question?
it was. Why your...

Falling in green love
with yourself...

It will come back to you
again and again? the thought...

Faith bluffs?
you. Makes you deaf...

The decay has?
killed the dream songs...

I will come and meet
you in absence of past...

Absolutely zilch.
Sometimes you feel...

Moon crazed fonts
starting a genocide of words...