Heaven! Heaven! Where are you?
I searched for you in dreams I dreamt...

the wings of time
just flip and flap...

I wanna run into the arms of the Present
and tick tock my way out out of my worries...

whenever I’m hot
my ceiling fan gets turn on...

yesterday as I was watching the numbers of people...
I was thinking how much I love the numbers...

She was herself like some kind of bookshelf
which held hundreds of books that no one read...

may pillows gather at my feet
and pile their way to my head...

I never wanted to be the sun
but surely enough...

I try to stretch my thoughts
like mozzarella in a grill...

The sun up high does shine too bright
upon a daffodil in sight...

“a fork is all you need” he said
“that’s all you need” he reassured himself...

with a dirty boot
and a pocket knife in hand...