Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…
The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...
Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.
