Is that a glance I see? I shall correct my behavior Although I am uncertain what Wrong I’m doing. Perhaps, they are so unlike me

Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.

Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.

From the day that we met your name has bounced around in my… increasing in volume it’s really loud now but i don’t mind

Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically

Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you

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.

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

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

I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!

Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet