Why do these days on lonely streets I cast
a clouded jewel on dolls devoid of face...
Don't be sad
for me...
She visits today,
amidst clouds and clutter...
I've got books in places where there should be...
Words scribbled so neatly on my legs they look...
Summer was filled
with such contentment...
during
those long...
Shall I compare you to a rose?
You were by far more beautiful...
a slow slag-heap-sun
slips into a...
Oh, Mayflower, dear Mayflower so strong and so...
From England you shipped them safe, pilgrims and...
a little past 3:00 am
when ghosts start...
I wish to cast off my mortality
And lay it down to rest...
When the snow flurries
and the sun slices...