Mama, why is it that you got so ma… Humiliation being the most clever… And I cannot look upon.... It brings the hangman’s lime upon… To a suffering change of weather

walk the nightmarish room devoid o… Teetering between the ghouls that… Pictures so clearly I wake in a s… To see the face before mine Utterly terrified of what his hand…

I showered this rainy autumn  Thus far; I’m unscathed, I guess A heart unblemished is unused It must have the wrinkles and stai… To show the merit of the cause

nside the mausoleum under wings of… Your spiderwebs drew around my aqu… Spraying words of ill-content Which i cared not; though listened With earnest 

You spoke with lightning Inside my thimble heart And I was a wily-winded boy Treaded on those far-reached stair… I painted you

Upon that hill that stood tall as… Looming in the sky for a mere twin… Star-speckled and popping radiance Swimming as far as planets from me I crouched the earth under a hail…

I’ve given into the chance of spri… Where my bones creak with the sun I speak on crinkled pages The only way I can be true; be my… Is in these moon-soaked scribbling…

The winter inside of me has begun The snowflakes that now sparkle in… Has frostbitten your picture So I can feel....nothing. You slide past me, all ivory and g…

When I am owl-wise by my flower h… Raging against the hog-tried boule… That speed against my veins Tried true, in this battlefield Filled with memories

My flower-wise passion drives You away to graves of my people That I loved and I yearn for They whisper secrets to me That collapse my person 

The force that drives me Drives the wind through the water That smashes my internal tree Cannot but be my reaper.

These veins are boiling So many hours this night As statuesque as a burning bulb That you picked with claws That reached my loins

This green-eared wily boy Had eyes that betrayed him They spoke galaxies Without just approval He couldn’t spell truth

While this, my green passion Reared in composts drawn on skylin… I posted yearnings in heaven homes Justifying art when art had few bo… But my mother had a ceramic schedu…

My tide was born out of Genesis t… Through the mire that surrounds th… Where I was given a leaden-dose o… Under there evil-ridden smacks and… I was reared in the pessimistic bl…