You are such strange fruit, oblong and fuzzy
with a purple belly and...
Acidic revelations
dance upon crystals...
My lips;
the taste of strawberries...
A skelf pierces my brittle skin as we sit
cross-legged on the corroded floorboards...
They say a person with no past
has no future. But when it came...
The Seven Sisters slink their way
across a crystal winter sky...
The wave approaches,
silently...
Among the stars on the sapphire sky we live...
yet far away from your sweltering touch I am...
I can spew out poems
on a white page...
I wake up every morning to an alarming sound,
the sound of no sound...
Life Passes By
In my sleep I weave...
The two-faced god
of Romans and swindlers...