I feel like a star
cast amongst this ambiguousness...

It's apparent our tide is moving
in big waves of opportunity...

It was a gradual unfolding,
the listless dimming of love...

There's something about the air in Fall,
it begets this chill inside...

I will see this through
because the idea of you still shocks my spine...

The chill of reality
has settled it's rime...

Don't you want to know me
better...

Sometimes I skip breakfast
and eat poems instead...

The stars are all gone
and their dust has settled...

Lately I've been craving fruit
the red kind...

I suppose I'm expecting
you'll dim...

There was a man on Cops last night;
sobbing like someone had just pinched his heart...