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...
Astute and aware, he stood
glaring at the morning sun, like...
You think I dont know it, but amongst
Your greenhouse kisses you scent of something else...
I'll abort you,
right here...
I'm afraid I will always be
a piece of debris...