An straight arrow
the strength and reach of my aims...

She wanted to make a documentary
about a clown...

A pussycat jumped over the moon
soon she realized the moon was nothing...

Do you remember
in cold winters...

Sunset, sunrise
an opulent pair of bloodshot cherries...

Nothing makes me happier than when I see
good in people eyes...

O my beautiful butterfly
you are not so beautiful after all...

There are transparent fossils,
the fossils of voices...

I soak in the clear well of morning dues
to bespatter...

The nightmare
is that nobody is out there...

Sorrow,
soaked and swollen...

She puts the knife on the lamb’s throat
but seeing the innocent lamb in the eyes...