Above my bed in time with the sway
of curtains caressed by night's breath...
Tonight I'll murder you the literate way
riding a sword of words...
Sometimes I wish my heart
would grow white columns and...
I remember this one time,
when I was thinking so deep...
I watched you twirl,
clutching the hem of a...
We were not born in a storm.
There were no heavy-browed...
My mother once said
if I chase curiosity...
I have all this love;
here, in the palm of my hand...
Dream.
Armistice has arrived...
I want to make worlds
in miniature...
I am a modern sonnet,
penned by a modern punk...
(I dream, sir, of the routes of my childhood
of braiding my hair...