On the pavement
a chalk drawing is admired...
Like a rose inching it's way along the trellis...
Taking all season to reach it's destination...
“The sausage! Get the sausage, please!”
He screamed as he fell on his knees...
Chauvinist, Nationalist,
Esprit de Corps...
A fleeting landscape
Of blue lagoons and green trees...
discarded condoms
on streets use to be the worst...
Trauma lives in this body;
it builds a nest with handcrafted...
I’ve spent years hiding emotions with careless...
Fervently shaking my head and lying through my...
You wanted to be covered
with dahlias, unmeasuring...