Beauty shines
in the crystals of your eyes...

Surviving the day
the new blossom is ought to...

I did a bad thing
I thought I covered it right...

God is quiescent.
To sound there must be two things...

Hell is sediment
Whatever resist burning...

Hand and guitar,
the corresponding frolics in the mirror...

An Old Poem
After forty-eight hours...

It is not Christmas eve no more
I wish it was Christmas always...

Do you remember our panting in an aquarium,
all wet and sweaty...

Time is a railway.
Now is the very trains that...

Standing on the opposite sides of a train station
we waved goodbye...

This fleshy ripen dome of fervor,
this bundle of rainbow and nectar...