It's one o'clock in the morning
Silence has settled in the darkness...
Draught in the Desert
Spring came early here...
For once -
I no longer loiter sidewalks...
I offered to you,
-all I had...
I wonder if you still paint your
face with novel features at...
Sky ribbons do not document my sorrow,
nor do they execute the careful planning...
Today, I arose to find reasons
just outside my palatial pane...
Paralleled
I found you...
Light yawns in the womb of dawn,
spritzing the earth's skin with sticky citrus...
I am from shells, Marlboro Lights, and pita.
from the same old house I've been living in...
He thought I didn't notice
the words on his tongue were impaired...
This river reeks of shameful impurities -
stretching; contorting snake strangles land...