When the sun goes down bleeding
beyond the hills yonder...

I should not have been
there, where I am now...

As if my inner sound was demanding
take me for...

Sailing over the body,
dream to dream...

The family pride
goes for the jugular. The rotational...

Clouds had refused to part.
A fractured moon was walking in dismay...

Selling the stardust
to become rich...

Wearing a straitjacket
you come out in open...

Face of terror was
chasing you in the dreams and...

When you release the
words, your curled fingers...

Under the gaze of bald beliefs
a warped dialect...

The kindness drips,
when you stop writing about...