Days are folding over night with the creases of a...
traveling my sun to your window...

My thoughts are overripe apples,
falling down from a tree of...

I'm an eruption of color and madness,
Skating along the brink of sanity...

You emerge from things filled with spirit,
a mosaic nightmare...

This brusque summer's gossip has caused my heart...
within its implications I find no room to writhe...

Oh, what sweet Brevity lies between Consciousness...
Filtering with tiny hands the most concealed...

Sunlight punctures the still silent air,
chalky as it swirls around your dresser...

Soft kisses from a pressed white collar,
Tightly bound by neatly ironed lies...

Beneath the sheets ----
between the s i g h s of dreamers...

I am buoyancy bottled,
Folded and swallowed...

The night envelopes my senses with its cold rain,
As lights go on and off again across the...

Classified by generations of achievement,
You wallow in an ego taller than most vices...