Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
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…
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
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…
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…
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
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.
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
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 can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
