Crystal - bitter to touch
Beads of perspiration...

Lifting my foot,
Chewing gum turns into...

Violence - noticed
On the contrary...

This morning I woke up - alone
The bird of dawn was looking queer...

Stunted fingernails scrape back
the first slither of orange skin...

Love has an element of envy;
It cannot decipher...

The moon appeared whole that night
At rest, deep within your eyes...

As beads scatter in a
Nonchalant manner...

The clock chimed thirteen,
and embers humoured the frost...

I choose not to comprehend those who guard their...
with a white picket fence...

Seeing familiar faces become distant,
Old names depart my mind...

The flowers sit as a blooming sea of red
the sort I love - Red Roses...