Burnt-out myths in the old city
are stitching the lips of people...

Pigments on rocks were darkening.
Violence had permeated like skunk...

It slithers, the tongue
trying to find...

Under a blue moon,
a cuckoo...

Was very confused.
I was becoming poorer...

Like a bikini top
two hills were rising...

We listened deeply to the sounds
of seed power of duality...

This was a troubling concept?
to start a dress rehearsal...

You have lost
the innocence. Rainbow...

When you left, I had
covered my mirror not to...

Mooneater, I am my poem:
fantasy of words...

Blood - mother, go
to moon and ask for a...