Indicted,
the firm grass...

You walk out from
the bruises, like a late...

A self-protecting game was going on.
After the paternity test...

That appears my last
race, though sun refuses to set...

In a pool of blood
a face swims...

I forget,
leaving behind? ambiance...

They swim like tadpoles.
Thoughts...

And everyday we talk about the sinister designs
of semilunar nights to rob us of our days...

Without assent
I open your book...

Lion's tooth, dandelion
in dead winter...

At dusk, when moon was coming up
fidelity was challenged...

A nascent cry
demands the signature...