The harsh tyrannical sun
Alarms me today...

The road to my house is bad
But men who live there are good...

Can we talk for a minute?
Yes...

In my quiet moments
I write...

Mosquitoes have endured long
Biting people...

When we make arrogant sounds
In anger we spoil something...

Mama, what must you have been thinking
As the plane entered the marsh...

I saw you
Clearly...

In the faces of my comfortable foes
There is a smirk...

He was a greenhorn,
Or so he claimed...

I am looking directly at a beast;
My lecturer is a beast...

What critics may think improbable,
Today I saw with my own eyes...