Everyday, every night,
when the sun or the moon is out...

Stop! Don’t give any step forward.
With this quarantine and people’s idiotic...

It’s been a while...
my eyes have gotten used to seeing...

I have so much to say
but my throat is a gas chamber...

the number of infected people keep on rising
like waves trying to drown us...

people turn pale blue
when a guy at the register...

Tomorrow a flower grows
in fields of sorrow, fed by shadows of an Oak...

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

My sleep abandoned me
when being awake hugged me tightly...

He said:
have some ice cream...

roses, roses I would like
to place some on the table...

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