Pumpkin spice, chopped nuts, and fruity rum,
Mulled apple cider and an overripe plum...

"Though he be but little, he is fierce.&quot...
He straggled up the wall that kept the enemy out...

Maybe it's for different minds
of different flocks of feathers, but...

It's grubby like the mucus on a newborn;
it's elastic like an unblown balloon...

A vision of glowing coal in a dying fire,
embers scintillating...

I decided to go brazen into this love,
full throttle...

Cigarette buds in a glass tray,
disintegrated with the years...

Do you feel me when I tell you,
I am writing this poem for you...

Here, find me in my ruin
where I lay beneath the frost...

Flecked across a scorched plain
in Death Valley...

Like the mouth of a pipe as it falls from your...
and your face is shrouded in a veil of smoke...

Streaming a path through tresses
in rippled banners...