A young grasshopper lands
on the paper, I was writing upon...

I can only offer you small things?
like a coma...

You can see whole
world in my mouth. I start...

In unconscious you,
it was defeat of reason...

Always he was picking up and counting the pins
to distill the essence of rainbows...

Long night will start the pincer movement;
pyrexia is rising...

Penchant for bats. Always
nocturnal./ Sustained flight...

In my assets
you blaze...

Writing on my sleeves,
I visualize an invisible coupling...

Teaching self the,
art of dying...

A hard drink of
heartache, and you blink...

Wide awake,
the double helix splits...