Like cabernet spilling from my lips,
a sour blend of vinegarish red...

If diction had pictures,
yours would be the face of caution...

At night, I drift among stars in an ether that is...
Cobbled stairs twist before me in this strange...

"I don't want to see you miss the chance to...
and I hear the mistakes she's made in a cracking...

You, a multifarious wave
crashing into a pocketed shore...

I was a disfigured fox,
disappearing into a fog of dead wood and winter...

My thoughts of you are red.
Not the flare of passion or tender hues of...

We had too much class for Marquee on Vegas...
where gray pigeons from the street, painted white...

I love you, possessively.
I love you like a hot meal and a cold beer...

Father,
Time's unraveled in a tangle of what's left...

I stayed awake to see the first sun rise without...
how else would I be sure another day existed...

Hanging in the fissure of a whalebone,
mourning songs like foghorns...