I can make
the rains come...

She stripped herself bare,
stripped herself clear to me...

Thinking for too long and too deeply
and it leads to my surrender...

The short
sharp...

Disconnection.
losing self in a blurring of operations...

My scars are lonely,
fading in the flat terrain of no man’s...

Half dreams
And lost musings...

Ashleigh’s little brother
Knows a man who lives alone...

It is the guilt
That creeps around...

When she stares at me
I become transparent...

Summer mornings
we wake under separate ceilings...

Jagged red leaves
crawl like dead hands...