Not a dog day-
after snapping. In...

How long will it go
this hurricane...

Becoming scattered,
the winged visitors...

Barefoot you reach
for candidacy to...

He was not ready
for a stash of negligees...

Eyes will speak, not the road.
I am going very far...

Looking in your hazel
eyes, I was thinking...

Ready to pounce on
a scarecrow...

Belong to yourself in?
green flames and wait for...

The orifice was absent
from the face...

Centrality suffers.
A poem...

Coming over here
to find me, in abstract meaning...