My body invites you into this life.
From a tiny seed to plump cargo...
Sharpening a sword
I thought blunt but then noticed...
Horseshoe crabs are heros,
Heres why theyre yours too...
Am I going to be okay???
No… your dying...
Poetry becomes
us when we swallow the whole...
that’s not where I parked
Opening the door, I found...
Look at that baby, what a fool,
We all have fun at free-time, it practically...
A few cats and some tramps, no one is wandering...
nor music, nor shouting, even a slight noise can...
A clot of words
A fist of eyes...
a cloud opened its
vein all over my washing...
Like a seed
unfolding the flower...
as money piles burned
a need to make more made me...