Concepts protrude,
beyond the fruit bowl...

I started my day
by trying to dust the ink dots...

The
T...

You tried to catch my smile,
as if it were attainable...

A dank and musty reek
drip...drop...

Chestnut eyes skimmed a crisp page
of the free travel newspaper...

The sun was - the sun is
Love was - love is...

A [white] damp cotton blouse
and silk [pink] pyjamas...

Camomile as tea
cautious as a lemming...

When sinners did sin
eyes multiplied...

A chip of milky chocolate
cast on the frigid tarmac...

A pearly button sat
on my scarlet, chipped fingernail...