My typewriter is my instrument.
Hear me banging furiously...
The clouds stalk the meadow leisurely
The skies changing into a deep, violent gray...
The ride back
home was silent...
I find you in the saffron
stars, scintillating in my...
Just a touch of death
is what sometimes bring us back...
There’s too much blood here, too much blood to...
in any meaningful way – I spill poetry, and it...
Let me go into long pause.
I want to dig my consciousness...
I can only compare you, to the sun
With all memories, I still hold of you...
You know
I'll have to make the best of this...
you shrug
and every time...
The rhythm beat of sax floated
over from the canopied jazz club...
There's something about my heart
and quantum physics, I forgot...